Yin, Meet Yang

April 24, 2014 by  
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Growing up, I was the slob of the house. My bedroom always looked like it threw up on itself. A few times. My parents had this rule that, in order for me to go out with my friends, my room had to be ‘clean’. And by ‘clean’, they meant…they wanted to be able to see the floor. The translation for that is…the clothes that were on the floor had to be picked up and put away.

My solution to this problem was typically…shove everything into my closet, call it clean and leave.

Sometimes, this form of cleaning was deemed acceptable by the parent-folk. Other times..it didn’t go over so well. Especially when they would thoroughly white-glove inspect my room, including opening the closet door which would inevitably create a tidal wave of clothing tumbling from their precariously balanced positions.

So, I would enlist the aid of my anally retentive sister. And, by ‘enlist the aid’, I mean…bribe her with money to clean my room. So, for $25 or so, she would happily clean my room and neatly put my clothes into my closet. Not only did she love clean spaces, she loved making money. And I hated cleaning and didn’t mind spending money.  We were the Yin and Yang. It was a win-win.

I would make a effort…for a few days…to keep my room in pristinely neat condition. It never lasted long. Eventually my room would throw up on itself again.

That’s when my parents started wishing one of me on me even harder than ever before.

And boy, did I ever get my payback.

They got their wish.

In the form of a second marriage with custody of two additional children. A girl and a boy. Both adorable. And both…VERY much slobs. Only, the girl version is way, way worse. WAY worse.

Fast forward to present day.

The one most like me…is my step daughter. Well, she’s an extreme, I have to say. Because, when we ask her to clean her room, it just never happens. Like…ever. Even when it does, it doesn’t. And pretty much, it always looks like an area that should be roped off with yellow tape and signs warning that a hard hat should be worn.

Exhibit A.

Unlike my sister and myself, the slob and the anal retentive have to share a room. Much to my daughters dismay. You see, my biological daughter is more like my sister. Everything has its place and, after it’s used, it generally goes back into its place. Her side of the room gets a little messy, at times. But she cleans it up and makes her side, which is getting smaller by the second, very neat. It’s getting difficult for her, especially when the slob side seems to be procreating and the babies are spilling out onto the neat side threatening to swallow her and her belongings up into the black hole.

Exhibit B which was taken on one of the messier neat days.

The messy girl is going off to college in the fall and my neat daughter couldn’t be more thrilled. Because her room will finally be her own and for a few months out of the year, she’ll be able to find her way to her bed without having to go swimming in clothing that doesn’t belong to her.

Anyway, the other day, my husband decided to do what I had done many years ago. He bribed my daughter to clean my stepsons room. Which, by the way, was almost as bad as the messy roommates side. With inflation and cost of living expenses higher than they were back in the 80′s, when I used to bribe my sister, my daughter made quite a bit of money. She folded, hung, dusted and vacuumed until the bedroom looked like…

Not bad, eh?

So, while we are still waiting for my stepdaughter to clean her side of the room…because my daughter refused to accept a bribe for that intense of a mess…

I’ve decided that, since she is so much like my sister, and I am so much like…well…me…

I’m bribing her to clean my side of the bedroom.

I did mention that I, too, am a slob. And since I’m not living in my parents house anymore, and my sister is above bribery, these days (I think. I haven’t exactly asked). I have resorted to the next best thing…

My kid.

After all, isn’t one of the perks of having children is live-in maids?

I don’t know, I’m finding the whole thing hysterical. History really does repeat itself. And parents cursing or wishing that their child has a child just like them…it comes to fruition.

Luckily, when my parents wished the same thing upon my sister, I’m the one who ended up with her.

My Yin and my sisters Yang, living in my house, in one room.

I’m not sure which one I should feel sorrier for.

 

 

 

 

Writer’s Block Meet The Front Door

April 23, 2014 by  
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So, I was surfing the web via my emails last night, which turned out to be expensive, by the way. I ended up purchasing an Android tablet from NoMoreRack but it was only $62 including shipping. For my kid, not me. Because I believe in sparing the rod and spoiling the obnoxious. Apparently. Hm…the things I learn about myself when surfing.

Anyway. Digression. Back to the point.

In my perusing of the web via email links, I ended up downloading this PDF from Writer’s Digest. In it were prompts to kick that wicked block. So, I told myself…Self, you’re gonna do this. Get back in touch with your creative side which has been on hiatus for far too long. I’m trying to convince my Muse to pack up her luggage, drink a couple more of those frou-frou fruity drinks, get fanned a bit more by the cabana boy and come home to me. She’s thinking about it. In the meantime, I have to prove to her I’m ready to get busy.

So, I’m going to prove it to her. Muse, this is for you.

Dear Creativepation aka Blockage of the Writer’s kind,

It’s not time. You need to be gone. I have no more room for you in my life.

You see, once upon a time, I had ideas flowing to the point of insanity. I couldn’t keep up with all of them. Of course, I forgot to write half of them down but, that’s another story for another time.

Listen Pation…I can call you Pation, right? I am at this point in my life where  I have so many other things blocked and I really need  at least ONE thing flowing well. And since this creative writing thing is one way for me to relieve myself AND make a tiny bit of cash…you and I need to be through.

I wish I could say that it’s been lovely while it lasted. Truth is, it hasn’t. Any type of blockage is very uncomfortable, trust me. And that big lump in my throat and chest, the one caused by you stopping my ideas and words from flowing out easily? It just can’t happen anymore.

I’m going to ask nicely. Please…be gone with you. Find somewhere else to go. I’m afraid I’ve let you overstay your welcome, you’ve gotten far too comfortable sitting here like a lump of poop. I mean, sheesh…we haven’t even gotten to know each other. You just sit there, not speaking, glaring at me while drinking your drinks and smoking your smokes. That is NOT gracious houseguest behavior.

If you don’t leave quietly, I’m going to have to use brute force. I’m not sure what that means but I’m not afraid to figure it out.

So, not-so-dear Writer’s Block…

If you would be so kind as to be gone within the next 24 hours, I’d be exceptionally grateful.

And, no offense, of course. But, you are not welcome to come back. I just don’t see any reason to carry on our acquaintance, there was no benefit on either of our ends. Well, maybe yours…it gives you sick pleasure to cause this writestipation, doesn’t it?

Don’t answer that.

You know where the front door is.

Just leave.

Best,

Me

Necessary Position

April 22, 2014 by  
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I think I’m in the middle of a funk. This in-between place of disappointment and excitement.

If you follow me on Facebook, you’ll know that my latest job only lasted 3 weeks. I have no idea what happened but I’m going to take it at face-value…they said it wasn’t me.

So…that is the 2nd time I’ve taken a contract position, only to have it end with those words. I’m going to try to keep believing that it wasn’t me, it was just the sticky situation I found myself thrust into. No, I won’t go into details, that would be unprofessional. I have my theories.

It’s not easy to rebound from these curveballs. As hard as I try, I still keep feeling like a failure. So, I’ve made a decision not to do anymore contract work. Either freelance from my home or a permanent, full-time position are the only things I’ll do. Otherwise, it’s just not worth the effort anymore. Sure, the money is nice. But the emotional impact it has on my aging soul…I’ll pass, thank you.

Life doesn’t ever seem to go the way we expect it to, does it? When I was younger, it was easier to go with the flow. Now, since I’m just a teensy bit older, I want to be able control the flow of my life. No clue how to do that. Maybe it’s impossible.

No, no depression here. Just a funk. A cross-roads that I’m still standing on, trying to decide which turn to make and I’m so very unsure as to which way to go.

Then there is this app. That’s the excitement part of my life at the moment. While I’m not going to go into the details of the app, I will tell you that I can’t wait to share it! The alpha phase has begun and I’ll be presented with the storyboards next week. From there, I will determine if I want to continue with this app development company or find another one.

Getting too excited about it is something I’m trying to hold off on doing. Only because every single time I get excited about something, it doesn’t go as expected. Just like that job I had for 3 weeks.

I’m trying to stay positive without counting eggs. That’s not as easy as it sounds.

Then there is the whole parenting thing.

Which takes up a lot of brain and emotional space.

That never goes as expected either. When we have our babies, we expect them to sort of do what we did. You know, school, college, career and marriage with the final two not necessarily in that order.

It’s sort of shocking when you realize your kids aren’t using your brain. They have their own. And they make their own decisions, sometimes without consulting you first. Decisions that aren’t necessarily what you would consider the wisest choice. But, this free will thing was even given to our children. And they aren’t afraid to use it.

The letting go part…the part where you, as a parent, have to say…it’s on you…

Not so easy.

But necessary, I suppose. And once these babies turn 18, they are considered adults. So, while the house rules apply at any age, as long as the roof is shared with the parents…there are just some things you can’t fight over anymore.

And there are just some things you give up the fight on.

Like school, for example.

It’s hard to let your babies fall, especially after you’ve fought so hard to keep them from doing so.

This in-between place I’m finding myself in…

The one where I’m not the mom of little kids anymore.

The one where I’m not successful in my own right.

The one where I’m fighting the process of aging that we all face eventually.

I know this is probably a phase, we all go through phases…it’s part of being human.

I’m uncomfortable here. In this phase.

I’m most comfortable when I’m in my happy phase.

Which generally is most of the time.

I don’t always do well when I’m outside my comfort zone.

My muse has shut up, creativity isn’t flowing and my books that I’ve started are sitting in draft.

I spend too much time wishing, these days. And not enough time doing.

I know, it’s only been a few days since I was told my position wasn’t necessary anymore.

I don’t know why I let those words have such an impact on me. Especially the ‘not necessary’ part. And I’m not sure that’s even what I was told, but it’s what I heard.

And yet suddenly, I’m feeling like none of my positions are necessary.

At the moment, I’m just trying to feel necessary again.

Getting Ready for Reading (in two languages!)

April 17, 2014 by  
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This month's Multilingual Blogging Carnival focuses on teaching reading to multilingual or bilingual children. Since Elliot is only 4-1/2 years old, we're not yet working on reading...in either English or Spanish. But, I'm hoping that I'm doing the right things to set the stage for Elliot to become a reader in both languages: 

Reading, reading, reading: Tim and I are both readers, so Elliot is surrounded by books. Since we live in the US, he has more books in English. But, I've made sure that his Spanish-language collection is sizable and I make an effort to read at least one book in Spanish to him each day. To supplement our collection, we turn to the local library, which fortunately has some non-fiction children's books in Spanish, which are somewhat harder to find.
Elliot also has a subscription to a Spanish-language kids' magazine, which is a great way to continually bring new reading material in Spanish into our home.

Giving him audio books: Elliot enjoys listening to a CD as he drifts off to sleep. Sometimes, it's music, but sometimes, it's a bilingual or Spanish-language book on tape. He's listened to books by Alma Flor Ada so many times that he makes jokes (in Spanish) out of her name! And, when I read the books to him, he likes to chime in, "reading" some of the sections he's memorized.

Teaching the letters: At Elliot's Spanish immersion preschool, he learns the letters in Spanish. We also have several CDs in Spanish with letter, vowel and alphabet song (although I haven't found one as catchy as the classic alphabet song in English.) Although I'm realizing I don't do it as often as I should, I sometimes ask him to identify letters in Spanish from books or in public (but it's not that effective when the letters are spelling words in English).

Telling him I read in Spanish: I'm not sure if this has any effect, but I let Elliot know that I read books in Spanish (even without him) and I go to a Spanish-language book club monthly to discuss them. 

I guess my list of reading preparation is pretty short. But, Elliot is only four-and-a-half. Am I doing enough? Is there something else I should be doing?

For more perspectives on teaching reading to bilingual and multilingual children, check out the blogging carnival on Homeschool Ways on April 27. 








The Kindergarten Conundrum

April 14, 2014 by  
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Will Elliot be ready for kindergarten in the fall or would a Young 5s program be a better fit? This question is stressing me out more than you might imagine...unless you also have a child Elliot's age. (And if you do, I've probably already talked to you!)

Kindergarten is not at all what it was back in the day. When I was in kindergarten, it was morning-only. From what I remember, I learned my phone number and address, played dress-up, ate graham crackers and took a rest on a mat on the floor. Today, kindergarten is a seven-hour day and it's not about playing or getting ready for school like it used to be. It is school, with reading, writing, science, social studies and math.

Perhaps that's why the state of Michigan is gradually pushing back the deadline for eligibility from December 1 through September 1. This year, it will be October 1...so Elliot's early September birthday makes him eligible for kindergarten. However, many parents with kids whose birthdays are near the deadline, especially when they are boys, decide to delay the start of kindergarten for a year and give their children more time to develop by attending a Young 5s program.

The thing is: I don't necessarily agree with the trend. It creates a situation where you might have four-year-olds (whose parents signed a waiver for them to start early) in the same classroom as six-year-olds. It means starting high school at 15 and college at 19. And after all, somebody has to be the oldest and somebody has to be the youngest.

But, do I want Elliot to be the youngest? After all, I do often think his reactions to new and unfamiliar situations seem quite babyish. And, he seems quite a bit younger to me than kids at preschool who are six months older. Or is that his personality?

He's very smart...so I'm not really worried about the academic challenges of kindergarten. I worry more about his ability to suddenly be in school with twice as many kids as he's used to for triple the number of weekly hours. On the other hand, I worry that he might not be intellectually challenged if he's the oldest in his class (not right away, but later on).

So, I've attended a kindergarten readiness program and am reading a book. I've visited at least six schools looking for the best option for my baby. I plan to take him to the official kindergarten assessment at the local school as well as have a kindergarten teacher I met at an event give me her opinion.

On one hand, I think: it's kindergarten...relax! On the other, as many people have told me, this will be his formal introduction to school so I want it to be positive. I want him to feel confident and ready to learn.

Is he? Will he be? I'm not yet sure. 





Happy

April 7, 2014 by  
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For much of my life I had a lot of starting. With just as much stopping.

Maybe it could have been blamed on ADD.

Maybe not.

Maybe it was fear.

Maybe laziness.

Maybe what I would start just wasn’t the right thing for me.

I always began with gusto bordering on OCD.

I would throw myself into something and think that it would be my niche. The one thing I could do that would help produce some sort of income for my family.

The one thing I could do that would make me happy.

When that didn’t happen, I would give up.

You see, I always had this expectation that I would be wealthy.

Not that I would marry someone wealthy, although that would have been a bonus.

I just always assumed it would be my own personal wealth, one that I had created by my own creation.

Whatever that creation was.

And it would make me happy.

Because I would be complete for myself.

Beyond the fullness I feel from my family.

That expectation was unrealistic, I suppose.

My mom used to always tell me that something would come along. Something that I would be able to turn into a career.

A career that I would wake up excitedly to do.

A career that would give me a feeling of accomplishment.

After all, she turned her love of antiques into a thriving, successful business.

She was positive that would happen for me.

She was sure of it until the day she died.

So, I always kept trying.

And stopping.

But when I started blogging, I didn’t stop.

Not really.

Sure, it’s exceptionally inconsistent.

I blame that on my family. They get mad when I write about them.

It’s not so fun to write about myself, I’m not all that blog-worthy.

But, I kept blogging.

Then, blogging turned into this crazy thing called “microblogging”.

Then, suddenly…there was this thing called Social Media.

When people first started talking about this ‘social media’, I had no clue what it was they were talking about.

Then, I found out and was like…whoa, that’s what I’m doing.

I was freelancing.

I had people paying me to manage their pages.

And my mom’s words started coming to fruition.

I found my niche.

Social media.

Granted, I’m no guru.

I just sort of understand how to do it.

My technical words are ‘thingy’ and ‘whatchamacallit’ and I’m sure that half the time, I sound like an absolute unprofessional idiot.

But somehow, I found my way.

I didn’t give up.

I listened to and believed in what my mother told me.

Someday, I’d find my niche and make a career out of it.

And I have.

I’m not going to be independently wealthy from being a Community Manager but I don’t care.

I have this career that makes me so happy.

I’m getting paid to be happy.

I’m getting paid to do something that I love to do.

It doesn’t even feel like I’m working because of how much I enjoy it.

I mean, that’s the best job on the planet.

Even if this job ends in a month, that’s one month of happiness I can add to my resume of life.

I probably wouldn’t be able to add a one month gig to my real resume, though.

But wow, am I happy.

 

 

 

 

Happy

April 7, 2014 by  
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For much of my life I had a lot of starting. With just as much stopping.

Maybe it could have been blamed on ADD.

Maybe not.

Maybe it was fear.

Maybe laziness.

Maybe what I would start just wasn’t the right thing for me.

I always began with gusto bordering on OCD.

I would throw myself into something and think that it would be my niche. The one thing I could do that would help produce some sort of income for my family.

The one thing I could do that would make me happy.

When that didn’t happen, I would give up.

You see, I always had this expectation that I would be wealthy.

Not that I would marry someone wealthy, although that would have been a bonus.

I just always assumed it would be my own personal wealth, one that I had created by my own creation.

Whatever that creation was.

And it would make me happy.

Because I would be complete for myself.

Beyond the fullness I feel from my family.

That expectation was unrealistic, I suppose.

My mom used to always tell me that something would come along. Something that I would be able to turn into a career.

A career that I would wake up excitedly to do.

A career that would give me a feeling of accomplishment.

After all, she turned her love of antiques into a thriving, successful business.

She was positive that would happen for me.

She was sure of it until the day she died.

So, I always kept trying.

And stopping.

But when I started blogging, I didn’t stop.

Not really.

Sure, it’s exceptionally inconsistent.

I blame that on my family. They get mad when I write about them.

It’s not so fun to write about myself, I’m not all that blog-worthy.

But, I kept blogging.

Then, blogging turned into this crazy thing called “microblogging”.

Then, suddenly…there was this thing called Social Media.

When people first started talking about this ‘social media’, I had no clue what it was they were talking about.

Then, I found out and was like…whoa, that’s what I’m doing.

I was freelancing.

I had people paying me to manage their pages.

And my mom’s words started coming to fruition.

I found my niche.

Social media.

Granted, I’m no guru.

I just sort of understand how to do it.

My technical words are ‘thingy’ and ‘whatchamacallit’ and I’m sure that half the time, I sound like an absolute unprofessional idiot.

But somehow, I found my way.

I didn’t give up.

I listened to and believed in what my mother told me.

Someday, I’d find my niche and make a career out of it.

And I have.

I’m not going to be independently wealthy from being a Community Manager but I don’t care.

I have this career that makes me so happy.

I’m getting paid to be happy.

I’m getting paid to do something that I love to do.

It doesn’t even feel like I’m working because of how much I enjoy it.

I mean, that’s the best job on the planet.

Even if this job ends in a month, that’s one month of happiness I can add to my resume of life.

I probably wouldn’t be able to add a one month gig to my real resume, though.

But wow, am I happy.

 

 

 

 

Bringing KidLit to Life: Baking Mrs. Peters’ Birthday Cake

April 1, 2014 by  
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"Let's make Mrs. Peters' pink birthday cake," Elliot suggested after the third or fourth reading of Mary Ann Hoberman's rhyming picture book, The Seven Silly Eaters.

This clever book features a family that grows to seven children, each of whom will only eat one food item. In the ending (spoil alert!), the kids make their mother a birthday cake made of all of "their" foods, which then becomes what they eat every day for dinner.

I tried to explain to Elliot that a cake made of pink lemonade, applesauce, bread, oatmeal, eggs and milk would not be very tasty. "Besides, we don't have a recipe."

"Just look on your computer."

After repeated urging, I finally did. To my surprise, the author had the recipe on her website. So, we put on our truck-themed aprons and went to work finding the ingredients.

As usual when Elliot and I embark on our baking projects, I soon realized that we didn't have all of the ingredients. We only had one egg, not three, so I decided to make just a third of the recipe -- although I have to admit that I didn't calculate 1/3 of four drops or 1/3 of 1/2 teaspoon all that carefully. We were out of applesauce, so we decided that a cut-up apple would do just fine. And, I  squeezed fresh lemon juice into the milk (which I'd randomly heated in the microwave, not to the specified 70 degrees) without really measuring the amount. Then, since the cake was so much smaller than the recipe, I set the oven timer to 40 minutes, rather than the 60 in the recipe.

As you might have noticed, I tend to have a fairly casual approach to baking. Lately, somehow, Elliot and I have been making some pretty tasty treats.

Mrs. Peters' birthday cake did not exactly fall into that category. It's not awful..but it's certainly not something you'd want to eat daily. And it's really not pink...which may be because it's somewhat burnt. Nonetheless, Tim, Elliot and I all ate a piece.

More importantly, baking Mrs. Peters' birthday cake was a fun experience and something that Elliot really wanted to try. The fact that it was inspired by a children's book makes it even sweeter.

"Don’t Want to Talk about It (Adoption)"

March 28, 2014 by  
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We recently had a nice visit with Elliot's birth father, whom we hadn't seen in a while. Elliot was happy to see him and immediately led him downstairs for what he termed a "play date."

So, Tim and I figured the next day was an ideal time to bring up a topic related to Elliot's adoption that we suspected he wasn't clear on: the role of his birth father in his birth. While simple to an adult, this concept is pretty darn confusing  from the perspective of a four-year-old.

Elliot is somewhat familiar with the idea that babies grow inside of women's "tummies" and understands (to the extent that he can) that he grew inside his birth mother's. But, like most kids his age, he doesn't have much of a handle on the specifics of how babies are made.

So, Tim started off by saying, "You had fun with [name of birth father] yesterday, didn't you?"

We then told Elliot (not for the first time) something along the lines of " it takes a man and a woman to make a baby" and that his birth father was the man who helped make him. His immediate reaction surprised me.

"I don't want to talk about it."

What? Was there something in one or both of our voices that made him think that this was a more serious conversation than the type we normally had at breakfast? Was this topic somehow uncomfortable to him? Was he simply too engrossed in his cereal to talk?

I really don't know. But, his reaction was not at all what I was expecting, especially when our goal has always been to "normalize" his adoption -- meaning that the fact that he joined our family via adoption would always be just "the way it was" and something he knew about. Obviously, it's not something we talk about all the time...just as my sister doesn't frequently talk with her preschooler about how he was conceived and born.

Taking Elliot's cue, we dropped the topic soon thereafter as I've realized there's nothing more frustrating than trying to talk to Elliot about something he doesn't want to talk about.  Later that day, I asked Elliot why he hadn't wanted to have the conversation. "Because I didn't know," he responded.

Assuming he meant that he didn't know about the role of his birth father, I continued, "Maybe you just forgot. We've talked about it before."

"Yes, I forgot."

I'm not sure if that's really the case. But, it was a good reminder I need to find the "How You Became our Son" book I wrote for him and once again make it part of our reading rotation.

Multilingual Blogging Carnival: Learning Language through Immersion

March 21, 2014 by  
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How do language immersion programs help in terms of both language and culture? This month's Multilingual Blogging Carnival takes a look at this question.

We're lucky enough to a have a Spanish immersion preschool in our community, and it's been extremely beneficial for my son Elliot's Spanish. Now in his second year at the school, he's progressed to the point where he's speaking complete sentences and carrying on conversations in Spanish -- with me and the teachers. Of course, since we live in the US and he hears a LOT more English, his command of English grammar and the size of his English vocabulary exceed his skills in Spanish. But, still...I'm very happy with the way he's progressing.

Spanish is a non-native (but beloved) language for me, and I've always spoken to Elliot in Spanish, as well as in English. I have no way of knowing where his Spanish would be now if I had continued to be his only source of the language. But, I've got to believe that singing in Spanish, playing in Spanish and hearing Spanish words associated with all the fun of preschool has played a huge role in his language development and in his confidence in speaking Spanish.

A recent trip to Costa Rica provided another kind of immersion experience. Although Elliot didn't speak as much Spanish there as I would have liked, he received a lot of positive reinforcement from locals every time he did. Since then, I've been very pleasantly surprised by how he's taken to initiating and maintaining more complex conversations with me in Spanish.

The impact of both Costa Rica and the Spanish immersion preschool on Elliot's understanding of Latin culture are harder to measure, especially since it's not my culture, so not something we reinforce at home. I know he's learned a little bit about the Mexican custom of Day of the Day and talked about famous Latino painters. More important has been Elliot's realization that not everyone speaks English (or only speaks English), which I'd imagine many American kids his age don't realize. Some of his classmates speak a third language at home in addition to Spanish and English, so it gives me an opportunity to talk a little bit about different countries and the languages spoken there. So, we he asks me how to say "capers" in Portuguese (a language I don't speak), I know it's because his friend's mom is from Brazil. And thank goodness for my Google Translate app to look it up!

Occasionally, I worry a little bit that Elliot's recognition of letters and words in English isn't as strong as it would be if he'd gone to an all-English preschool. But, he's a smart kid...and I'm not really concerned. I am much more concerned, however, about how we're going to keep the Spanish going now that his time at the Spanish immersion preschool is drawing to an end, and there isn't a Spanish immersion elementary school close to our home:-(

 This post is part of the Multilingual Blogging Carnival, to be published March 31 on www.hapamom.com.

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