Tap was in the middle:
And I didn't get a picture of musical theatre.
They did well, and she was thrilled to be able to actually perform.
This blog won't capture the major milestones of life. Instead, this is the place where I hope to capture the little day to day realities of life...the little things that I want to remember when the little handprints have faded away.
They did well, and she was thrilled to be able to actually perform.
Issa's best friend just got her learner's permit. That is all.
I managed to actually drive Issa to and from dance yesterday, and I have big plans to go to the grocery today! My ankle isn't 100%, but it is slowly getting better, and I'm feeling the need to start strengthening it. Fingers crossed!
I laugh at this week's blog--so boring. We are in survival mode. Brad has an ugly cold (just a cold), I have a bad ankle, and we are just trying to keep this train on the rails!
I'm still limping around. The ankle is markedly better. I can put weight on it, and it's barely swollen. I just have very limited range of motion.
I planned to go to campus today, but decided to stay home. I didn't have any in-person meetings, and going from propped all day to down all day seemed like a bad idea. I'm currently sitting at the table, and we will see how that goes.
This is one of the silver linings of Covid. Any other year, I absolutely would have pushed to be in the office. I wouldn't miss meetings or classes. Since everything is already online, I'm only missing the informal conversations with the few other people in the building. It makes me feel a little less guilty--but I'm still annoyed.
We had a lovely first two days of the weekend. Brad and I made poutine for date night Friday night, and Issa and I went to mom's Saturday night to rearrange some furniture and watch our first ballet of the year. (We are thrilled the ballet is live-streaming again.)
Yesterday, though, things took a hard turn. I'm mostly fine, but I accidentally got between Inks and Buddy when they were playing, and Buddy hit the back of my knee. The end result is a really sprained left ankle. For a few moments, I literally saw stars and Brad and I were trying to decide if it was broken. I spent the rest of the day in bed with it propped with ice and compression. It hurts--a lot.
Issa spent the entire day with me, keeping me company. I am teaching her to crochet, and she is loving it. Evan was the best little runner, bringing me anything I needed.
Brad was amazing. He has helped me with everything. Yesterday, I couldn't put any weight on it at all, so I needed help with absolutely everything. Today, I can put a little weight on it, so I made it downstairs to the couch with his help. I won't be moving much, and Brad has already offered to bring me lunch and anything else I need.
I am certain I will be better by tomorrow, but I'm awfully grateful for a family that takes such good care of me.
We got some pretty big news yesterday: Issa will be dancing in two competitions in February!
We have been so pleased with how careful the studio is being, but Issa finally cracked last weekend. They have worked so hard on their dances, and last weekend should have been a competition. It's hard. It doesn't help that a year ago we were in Virginia competing. We are getting used to these waves of Covid grief, but that doesn't make them easier.
It did make yesterday's news that much sweeter. Next weekend, she will be taking classes and then competing straight from her studio! They will livestream in the teachers and judges, and they will get real-time feedback on their dances.
At the end of February, our girl is actually performing on a stage! We are going to a competition that will only have one studio in the venue at a time. Each dancer will have their dedicated changing space, and we moms will have assigned viewing space. As soon as we finish our dances, we leave, they sterilize everything, and the next group comes in. It feels incredibly safe, and I'm so glad our girls will have the chance to actually perform on stage.
This has been a tough week to be in education. It's always a tough field. Everything we do is under a microscope, and often people assume they know the "right" answers because they went to school. Add the fact that ed research is complicated doesn't help; you really have to read the whole study not just the headlines.
This week, the CDC posted new guidelines for opening schools. The headline read schools can open. Gah. The guidelines are based on data from 17 rural schools in Wisconsin because the previous administration didn't keep national data. Anything we have is based on ed researchers or voluntary reports--also know as junk data.
What's killing me is how few people read the whole report. The guidelines suggest that we can open schools under very specific circumstances. Kids have to eat outside; not ideal in freezing temperatures. Teachers have to be vaccinated; there is a backlog to get that done. And here is the kicker: the rest of the community has to close--no restaurant dining, no gyms, no non-essential businesses. Essentially, communities have to make hard choices on that one.
The aggravation is that people don't look at those details; they just see the headline. When I was talking to a state senator yesterday, he was unwilling to make that call. He just wants kids in schools and communities open. It's too hard.
Believe me. I want to be back in schools. Every teacher does. But our first responsibility is keeping kids safe...and so we hold the line.
We all laughed and had a blast, and it was nice to enter the boys' world for a night. That said, I am not a ninja.
Issa and Nana love the fuzzy cows--almost more than the goats:
But I am still a goat girl. We spent the longest time watching these three little ones play:Nana even got some good goat snuggles:
I am so excited it's Friday and a long weekend. The first week of a semester is always a blur, and this one was no exception. We have big plans to do very little--except for going to have s'mores with goats! We will actually eat s'mores and then go play with goats, but I am so very, very excited about it! Here's to some rest and relaxation...
This is my 60th week of completing at least 5 workouts with FitOn. It feels really good. I'm gradually picking up heavier weights, and things that used to be near impossible just aren't anymore.
What has been really fun, though, is picking up two Zoom yoga classes outside of the app! A friend used her quarantine to become yoga certified, and I'm taking two classes with her a week. Sundays Brad and I both take her class, which is fun.
Last night, I added her ball yoga class. I've never done a class like that, and it was so fun. It was nice to feel challenged but not lost, and there was only one time where the ball went one way and I went another. The really fun thing is a friend from college joined the class! In this crazy world, sometimes it really is the little things.
Last night, the kids' school board voted to remain virtual for third quarter.
Given the state's crazy high positive rate and case counts, I am so relieved. We have a solid routine around here, The kids have found ways to stay connected to friends, and they are not minding this virtual format. We will stay safely wrapped in our little bubble a while longer...
We kicked off week two with a hike around the old Speedway in town:
Y'all. I am tired of living these historical events. I am tired of trying to talk my children through craziness. I'm tired.
We watched the insurrection at the Capitol Building yesterday. We watched as our democratic process was interrupted by idiots filming the whole thing on their cell phones. I vacillated between fear of what was next and rage. My first thought, though: if these people had been black or brown they would be dead by now.
That is the reality. There are two sets of rules.
Protestors in public streets were shot and arrested this summer. When BLM announced their protest plans, Capitol Police waited in riot gear on the steps. Yesterday, there was none of that. And yesterday was not a protest.
Let me be clear. I do not in any way think shots should have been fired yesterday. I also refuse to call yesterday a protest.
For the first time since the War of 1812, we were invaded. I was hesitant to name it a coup until I talked with trusted friends who have lived through coups in other countries. I understand now: if you don't name it now, you have major consequences later. It was an unorganized, ignorant coup.
We've been talking a lot around here for the past 24 hours.
We are celebrating that the democratic process won yesterday. We are celebrating that some people immediately "switched sides" to condemn this.
Mostly, though, we are mourning. We have hit a rock bottom (I hope). I'm praying we can start to move forward. To create new policies. To stop the rhetoric. For our elected officials to remember that it's not about them--it's about the country.
We keep talking. We keep advocating. Onward...
Issa has been busting her tail all semester at dance and at school. We are so thrilled that this week she is really feeling that paying off.
In December, she had a minor dance injury. While Amber was able to get her all squared away, she had to rebuild some ankle strength and power through some rough nights. She worked all break to rebuild that strength, and Monday night she had an awesome night at the studio. She had been working on her dances all break, and the one teacher she sometimes struggles with called her out for how well she was doing. For Issa, she might as well have handed her a million dollars. She basically floated to the car.
At school, she found out this week that because she has all As and no missing work she doesn't have to take any exams. She has classes until next Tuesday, and then she has the rest of the semester off. Essentially, she gets a second winter break of a week and a half. She is over the moon, although Evan is furious. (No amount of reminding him that is finished everyday by 2:30 while Issa does a couple of hours of homework after her day ends at 4 is defusing that fury, either.)
We have been so proud of Issa all semester, and I am so thrilled that she is finally getting a tangible reward for that work.
Saturday, we did another nature walk. This time we walked from Gold Park to the Speedway. My Sassafras with a Sassafras tree:
The rest of the weekend was filled with projects. Brad hung some shelves for mom and did some odds and ends around here. I had a major milestone in Duolingo:
Issa made a super cool cloud wall in her room:
Evan spent the entire weekend building:
It's a lovely, quiet start to 2021. 2020 was a wild ride--although not a bad one for us. We are excited to see what 2021 holds, and we are enjoying the quiet end to our holiday breaks.