Roaming

I felt resentment towards one of my children today.

What I had wanted to do was sit in an audience of parents gathered to listen to 2,3 and 4 year olds sing a variety of winter holiday songs.

I did not want to stand at the back watching my own two year old intermittently sulk and crawl around the gymnasium. Yet, there I was standing, having to monitor one unruly child who had decided to show his anti-social toddler side to the world while my middle child belted out Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and some song about a dreidel.

Normally, singing performances of young children cause me to cringe. Most kids yell out the words with little attention to how the notes should sound. This particular show interested me because I wanted to view for myself how Larien would do after only being exposed to these songs for 8 days before the show. From what I heard and saw, she did well. The one exception being the hand movements.

I hated that I felt resentful. I hope that Inwe and Larien don't feel the same way towards their siblings. But, of course, I'm kidding myself. They do at times wish that the others weren't in existence.

School Play

The room, crowded with parents, siblings, and grandparents, hosted the first school play for Charlottesville Day School. The children did well for the time they had to practice the play--once a week.

Inwe had a line that she delivered nicely, except a bit too softly. I have no idea what Larien did as she sat on the floor with her friends about an inch away from the performers. Finwe sat on the floor next to me with two of his friends playing with stickers, three crayons that I brought, and a borrowed magna doodle.

The shirt she's wearing? Her cheese shirt.