Once I realized I’d be moving to a new classroom (Hello, Twos!), I knew I had to say “Thank You!” to my Infant/Toddler teachers in a very special way. But what to do?
I considered getting a toy for the classroom, but that seemed too kiddie-centric. Mani and pedi gift card? Nice, but just didn’t feel right.
How about a poem to express my deep gratitude? Yes!
With Mom and Dad’s help, I had the following poem written in calligraphy on colored paper. Miss Mika is definitely “a purple”. In fact, she wore purple the day I gave her the gift. Miss Maria — Yellow! Bright, sunny and beautiful. Miss Stella is pink with her easy laugh and rosy cheeks. And Miss Gurbash is green with her earthy spirit and welcoming arms.
Day Care Provider Poem
Although you’re not my mother,
You care for me each day
You cuddle, sing, and read to me
And watch me as I play.
You see each new accomplishment
You help me grown and learn
You understand my language
And you listen with concern.
I come to you for comfort
And you kiss away my tears
I proudly show my work to you
You give the loudest cheers!
No, you are not my mother
But your role is just as strong
You nurture me and keep me safe
Though maybe not for long
You know someday the time will come
When you will have to part
But you know each child you’ve cared for
Is forever in your heart!
I love you, Miss Mika, Miss Maria, Miss Stella, and Miss Gurbash!
My typical Sunday morning ensemble, friends.
This dress is my entree into the world of Disney princesses. I thoughtfully chose Belle for the following reasons:
1. She’s a reader, and so am I
2. She dreams of adventure, and I’ve been known to get into the mix
3. She sees the good in people (and Beasts!), and I am a hugger who feels people’s goodness
And who were the givers of such a fashionable birthday gift? Pop-Pop and Nagypa! (“A child cannot subsist on hockey alone!”)
Last month, Mom, Dad, and I made a pilgrimage to Oakland for…Pedal Fest!
Stretched across several blocks of Jack London Square (Rectangle?), Pedal Fest’ers celebrated the noble Bicycle in all of its forms: great and small, old and new, classic and wackadoo.
My fave part? Trials riding! That’s when brave souls balance and hop on obstacles. It’s wild! Mom had to hold me back from getting in on the action.
Dad’s favorite part was Curbside Creamery, an ice cream shop in Oakland that regularly sells from its trike bike. What an awesome job!
Mom favorite part is the pedal-powered music venue where the audience hops on bikes to power the amps. They even arrive with all their gear by bike!
Randomly, we saw new friends Nici and Mike working the Bay Area Bike Share table. What a way to get around town! Bike Share is all over the US, so I look forward to getting my “fix” when we travel.
Post-Fest, we went to — where else — Bicycle Coffee! Made a cup at a time, Mom and Dad enjoyed their brew while I explored the space.
Until next year, Pedal Fest!
Check me out as I “get in the mix” at the Santa Clara Public Library!
Unfortunately, Mom could only get a coupla snaps before security told her taking pictures inside wasn’t allowed. Seriously? Mom, in a rare moment of defiance, asked “Why not?” which caused the man to respond: “Those are just the rules!”.
That was certainly an important lesson for me: Question the Rules. It doesn’t hurt anyone, and people may think twice about why the rules even exist!
Watch out Mom and Dad…
In its 7th year, Target Summer Pops is a weekend concert series performed by Symphony Silicon Valley. Pre-show, Mom and I chatted with friend and 1st chair violinist, Heidi, who is also a mother, musician, lawyer, and all-around sweetheart. (I played it cool, but in that moment, I really felt like I was “with the band”.)
On the musical menu that night? Cole Porter. Privileged throughout his childhood in Indiana, Porter followed his passion and became a musician, even against his grandfather’s decree to be a lawyer. You go, boy!
My fave tune of the night was “It’s De-Lovely" — and not just because it lyrics mention my nickname: Mi Mi Mi Mi! Ray Ray Ray Ray! (OK OK OK, I know it’s really spelled Re, but let’s just go with it.)
Now that I’ve experienced one symphony performance, I’m scouting out the next. The Music of Led Zeppelin featuring Symphony Silicon Valley, anyone?
One our way back from a Monterey weekend getaway, Dad made it a point to stop at The Central Texan Barbeque in Castroville. Even Mom got into it!
While the menu is focused (brisket, ribs, pork, chicken, sausage), the decor is dense and the purveyor salty. I LIKE IT! My pulled pork was nommy-nom, but it was the BBQ sauce that put me over the edge. Awesome!
While Dad took his time, Mom and I “explored the space” where I saddled up on a coupla stools and shook my tailfeather on a bench. The sawdusted floor was a nice touch — so much so I’m looking into it for my room.
So when are we going to Texas, Mom and Dad?
It’s gonna be a good day (or shall we say 10 days!) when Grammy and Grampy come to town!
In June, G&G made the trek out west from Virginia to help celebrate my 2nd birthday. Wondrous! Included above are Grampy’s photos from the War Memorial Playground, my local spot. We owned the yard!
What you’re missing are audio clips of Grammy’s lovely singing voice. She often broke out into “Let’s Lock the Door (and Throw Away the Key)” by Jay and the Americans (1964). She really got my head bobbin’ and toes tappin.
Thank you for coming, Grammy and Grampy!!!
Dude, I think I was born a gear head! (Thanks Dad, Uncle, Great Uncles, and Grandpa!)
Check me out burnin’ rubber at Eastridge Mall before Mom and I hit up Tomi Sushi and Seafood Buffet for din-din. I have no clue who my co-pilot was, but he didn’t get in the way of my lead foot, so he’s all right by me.
Checkered flag — here I come!
Last month, Mom, Dad, and I went to the Silicon Valley BBQ Championships in Santa Clara. There was something for everyone in our family: BBQ (Dad), Craft Brew (Mom), Wide Open Spaces (Moi).
Upon arrival, the People’s Choice Winner was slammed, and word on the grass was that they were running low. So we hopped over to The Cats booth, and hooked up pork sliders and baked beans (hello, brown sugar!). Nom!
Once fed, we pulled up a few hay bales and watched the awards ceremony. Folks came from far and wide to compete: Arizona, Texas, New Mexico, even Massachusetts! I was a bit tempted to follow the winners back to their tents for a tasting. But alas, we scooted over to the carnival area where I got bounced in the bouncy house and spun in the spinning tea cups.
What a tangy-sweet day!