Old Joe Clark

Diego has mostly enjoyed the week, and Morning Meeting has held its share of delights for the young and old alike. Wednesday, the music teacher led our group in a song and activity that was fun (a bit like the hora). Everyone started by holding hands in a large circle. We sang the song Old Joe Clark and on the word "go" she grabbed hold of someone's hand, and formed a chain with the music teacher at the head. She led the line through the circle, and then on and on till one long singing snake was weaving in and out of the circle and everyone was laughing, smiling and singing. Diego was in the middle of it all, not sure what to make of the gleeful chaos when someone pulled me into the chain. When Diego saw mama looping through the crowd he started to bawl. Kindly, one of the group scooped him up and bounced across to me. Baby on hip, I sang and laughed and felt completely at peace.
At the end, in the breathless, happy silence Diego piped, "a-Gain!"

The Dream School

a kid's dream about what school should look like....?!

first day at school

So our adorable Pennypack Farm mascot has now also become the darling of Wissahickon Charter School. He's convinced the giant rock at the front entrance is a lion, he already knows his way to Jamal's office, where he finds cool toys to play with...he stole a yellow school bus Monday but brought it back today. He actually fell asleep in my arms during the afternoon meeting, which allowed me to roam the school hallways and take pictures of everyone but him!
Promise to post some soon...and pics of the outside of the school for those who haven't seen it--it's a dream to me. there is no playground at the school, but there is a gym and I actually played round in there with the after school guys. Diego loved the bouncing, dribbling, and mama sunk more than a few free throws. Maybe I'll finally lose this life raft I grew post baby.

Chicken Boy!

The thing about working at a farm is, we see lots of cool stuff. like baby chicks--that grow up to be, well,in this case, dinner. Maybe that's why Diego looks so pensive as he
gazes upon the flock. Or, is he selecting a tasty one to fatten up? After all, chicken is one of his favorite foods (shout out to Chef Ken)...

Everyone loves the park

My boy just loves the park. Maybe it's the shiny promise of the slide, the foot-worn path of the steps leading to the tower, or the echo of all the kids that ever came and went singing in his ears as I push him aloft in the swings. Or maybe my boy just loves the park. Here is a retrospective of his career in park management.


wow, remember this guy?


this is the best park ever!



fish kiss

Why spoiled?

Because I am. Because I make weird dreams come true and live a fun, seemingly charmed life. Now I share that funny luck with the light of my life. Because I want to (and do) spoil my child with my love and my time.
and because I sometimes think that I am buying toys for both of us.

i see people looking at me sometimes when I am foolishly appealing to my son to listen, to heel, to obey. They see my hesitation as being too lenient, not enough of a disciplinarian. They feel inclined to protect Diego from his adventures, to offer me well intentioned advice. But the meaning of "Diego" is wild, untamed. Ours is in the thick of a keen and passionate exploration called childhood, and barring serious threat of bodily harm (and in the interests of keeping the house somewhat clean) I encourage and applaud much of his somewhat rambunctious nature. And so you have it. Spoiled rotten, a boy basking in his mama's love and respect for his inquisitive nature and his joyful discoveries.

Today is the day I took the cyberstep into the world of blogging.

Today marks the beginning of a new way of recording the history of my family life with my son, Diego. It's a way to share with my friends and family without compromising the precious few moments I have to gather my thoughts and ramble them into space. Cyberspace.