A typical morning:
Gonggong: Why was Rio crying?
Me: He is 4 and irrational. Today it was wanting to keep playing and being worried someone would put away his toys or that he’d forget to play when he got home.
Tashi at least enjoyed the noodles they made during the cooking part of camp:
Tashi holding some cup art, Rio and his Duplo creation:
We actually shot a long video about how to make the cup, in parts, for husband, to calm her down the first afternoon. It’s too long to post. Rio owl-bombed the entire time.
They are most out of sorts at pickup, not unlike pickup at Ivy when they are tired. But, all things considered, they seem to be liking Chinese camp, and ending at 130pm isn’t as short a day as I’d feared. (Popo has pretty much eliminated the house maintenance part of my time—xie xie!!) The camp is a short drive, and lunchtime is included (food that we provide), so there’s no mad scramble to feed them as soon as we get home.
We have been attempting a daily schedule of reading, writing, practicing something, physical activity, a home chore, and good eating. Tashi is racing through the books sister had given us a while back—the Littles, Horrid Henrys, and now the Enid Blytons (finally). For each day this week there are themes I’d cribbed from a homeschool blogger but they have sort of gone by the wayside, eg “make it Monday,” “Tuesday trip” (ours was only to Trader Joe’s—and somewhat of a disaster as there weren’t free lollies as at the one we usually go to), “wet Wednesday” (we did water balloons), “thinking Thursday” (I have NO idea what to do for it), and “fun Friday.” I am hoping the new Pixar is showing somewhere close for that one.
We have gotten into the habit of doing tennis at the high school, which is nearly always completely empty, at around 430 or 5pm so I can wear them out even more so they go to sleep pretty immediately in the shared room. As for the actual tennis, let’s just say Tashi can only improve after tennis camp the next two weeks, and Rio basically chases a ball around several courts. They tire out after usually only 10 to 20 minutes, sit and suck on Ricolas and drink water, and I hit a bunch of serves for a while. Then I send them running back and forth on the grassy field next to the courts to doubly make sure they are tired! Today they played in their still-wet swim clothes since I knew the sun would dry them right out, even at 5pm.
We come home and they watch about 20 minutes of a long animated version of Siddhartha’s life as their daily dose of TV and so they each eat an apple-orange squeezer. By this time, too, Popo already has dinner ready (Tashi: dumplings, rice and seaweed, chicken; Rio: bacon, cheese, crackers, chicken, seaweed—but, I did do waffles with honey one night too). They’re usually in bed around 8 or even a little later, which is much later than usual but if they aren’t super tired it gets worse as they chat and jump around the room and I have zero, zero patience for that at nearly 9pm.
Meanwhile I have been cleaning out boxes of books and papers and other dead-tree ephemera from college, high school, and even earlier. I am quite confident I will never be sifting through emails, tweets, and Instagram (I’m not on it anyway!) like this. Which is good and bad.
Rio’s koala drawing for me (with a baby):