The Week

Yesterday I got to do some of the really fun work of being furniture--advocating for good people. But I'm not sure if it will make a difference. 

I brought beer and cookies to our department meeting. That did, in fact, make a difference.

Q had basketball and Blaze had piano. I sat in the waiting room during his lesson--it was good to see the way that the teacher gently pushes him to do better, even when he doesn't think he can do it. (As the person who sits beside him at home when he's practicing, I see that he performs much better for her than for me.) And seeing their repartee was just too fun--he confidently walked in and showed her his boo-boos from school that day, explaining in some detail the soccer collision that led to his scrapes. When she was trying to explain to him what an octave is, she asked him, "Why do we call it an octopus?" He replied confidently, "Because it is an octopus." That kid. 

At home, he's working on a dragon-dinosaur city. We love his creativity.