Entries from June 2009

June 24, 2009

7 months and counting…

Better late than never.
Happy 7 months Daryoosh!

June 20, 2009

The family that…

…sits in a giant rocking chair (that doesn’t really rock) together,

ROCKS! (figuratively speaking, only)

June 12, 2009

Praying or Plotting?

My vote’s on plotting.  Look out world…

June 12, 2009

Bird’s eye view…

Or really just bird view…
Saw this hawk creature today in my parents’ driveway and had to stop for a picture:

and a little closer:

Wow.

June 12, 2009

mug shot

It looks like we’re trying to organize a family reunion of sorts.  In July. In Turkey. WHAT? So many things must be done before that can happen!  The firts item of business: a passport for Daryoosh.
Passport hunting was our morning adventure.  So much for my early start since Daryoosh decided to sleep in until 8:45.
Stop [...]

June 11, 2009

School Daze

As I drive away from drop-off, I watch as Yago slowly walks with his teacher to the playground.  He stands around as if in a daze, as he regains his courage to continue.  He looks back to see if my car is still in sight.  The traffic on Granny White keeps me from turning out [...]

June 3, 2009

School debriefing

When I went to pick Yago up from school, I was just a little bit early.  He had just sat down to eat lunch.  I was invited by his teachers to have a seat at his table while he ate.  Some kids were sitting one to a table and others two to a table.  Everyone [...]

June 3, 2009

What a difference a day made!

Yago had a great day today!  He only cried 15 minutes and then wanted to “stay and play” rather than come home with me.
His teacher said, “Yago is really coming out of his shell.”
I wanted to tell her that sometimes I wished he’d stay in his shell…  ;)
He wants to go back tomorrow too!

June 3, 2009

What a difference a day makes…

He will get used to it eventually, right?
This was Yago before his first day of school:

Here is Yago before his second day:

He will get used to this.  He will cry off and on all morning like he did yesterday.  He’ll come home and tell me that yes, he did have a good time.  He’ll go [...]