In just two weeks, Axel’s learned:
How to sit criss-cross applesauce.
Sitting criss-cross applesauce is much more fun when you invite friends or parents to join you. It’s also far more fun that sitting cross-legged, just as eating miniature trees is a blast, while eating broccoli is kind of a bore.
(Criss-cross applesauce demonstration, with Axel’s lovely grandmother, who just celebrated her birthday. Happy Birthday, Omis!)
Baby brothers are not masters of crisscross anything, no matter how often you provide demonstrations and interactive lessons, helpfully yanking chubby legs this way and that.
The appropriate answer to, “What did you do today at school?” is “Nothin’.” Even when you did exciting pratical life “work” and swept and poured water to your heart’s content and stacked towers of blocks, you must respond, “Nothin.”
“Wanna trade?” keeps the lunch room going ’round.
Groaning “Oh MAN” is hilarious.
Axel’s name starts with the letter “A.” Serendipitously, so does Ambulance, his favorite vehicle of all time. And so does the Alphabet! And the Alphabet Song! And the word AND! Oh MAN!
I’m not sure that his school gets all the credit for his ability to spell his name – after all, it is written in big wooden letters on the wall of Axel’s room – but the other kids do get 100% of the credit for his discovery of the power of the almighty swap.
Want to play with the broom? Just swap it for the popper, and both you and your brother will be happy. Eaten all your berries but want a few more? Just ask your grandfather to trade, and sweetly offer your untouched potato salad. Grandparents are the best trading partners – they never object, unlike little brothers who will keep hold of trains no matter what enticing alternatives are offered. Axel’s becoming quite a bargainer, and Jonas is the (sometimes) beneficiary of his clever swaps. It may be time for a trip to the flea market, where Axel can really learn how it’s done.
Jonas has learned:
When we walk through the door to his school, he is going to go to his classroom. And we are going to leave. And he is going to stay. This is not necessarily a good thing.
He gets multiple hugs when he’s picked up – not to mention hugs throughout the day from his teachers.
Tilting your head to one side and chanting, “Mo, mo, mo” while clapping your fists together always, always gets you a second helping of graham crackers.
People other than his mother and brother know the words to Itsy Bitsy Spider – his teachers and his grandmother know it, too. A world in which dozens – hundreds! thousands! millions! – of people know Itsy Bitsy Spider, and can dance with their fingers right along with Jos, who earnestly pushes his pinky to his thumb as he follows along with the singer, is a wonderful one. A heavenly day for Jos would include a neverending Itsy Bitsy Spider sing-a-long, a feast of ‘nanas and milk, visits from friendly dogs, and then a rousing round of banging a stick with a tree and playing chase. Luckily, lots of his days include some of those things, and that more than balances out the still tearful drop-offs – especially because he now gets his mama all to himself on Friday mornings, when Axel’s at school and I’m not working. At least, I hope they do.
How’s the start to the school year going for you and yours?