Day 11: Home to Daddy

We had a wonderful time in Texas. Tons of adventures, reading time, delicious meals, time with nature and each other. Thank you Nana, Papa, Aunt Janie, Uncle Gary, Anna, Micki, and Nancy for our fun kid and adult time.

The flight was actually full of quality time and low drama which is surprising with two high-personalitied Snell/Johns girls :-)

It was also equally great to turn the corner and see handsome daddy waiting for us-- one of those heartmelting moments where girls go running to daddy who swoops them both up :-)



Also have to share Samantha floating on her first moving walkway.

Love

Jess/Mama

Day 3 of Texas Fun: Father's Day

Sunday morning the girls and I enjoyed making father's day bouquets from the many flowers, ferns and shrubs in my parent's beautiful backyard--- a place my sis and I tromped around at these same ages years ago! Then Aunt Jane had us over for a lovely brunch. The smells and feel of the kitchen brought fond memories of the farm and of Grandma Snell. The girls had a grand old time in Aunt Jane's yard and climbing through Essie's dog door :-)

Samatha sneaking up to whisper "I love you."

Addie and Daddy goofing off on a relaxing Texas Father's Day.

Don't let the pigeon eat the ice cream!

Endings are tough.

Last Friday was Addison's last day at MICH (Montessori International Children's House). She had a fun week including a playground meet up for ice cream (where she continued to work on mastering her monkey bar skills) and a "grandparents" day, attended by Great Auntie Julie who truly is great :-)

On the actual last day, I waited in the pick up line, vividly remembering my first day dropping off my sweetie pie, watching her stoically walk up the hill in her pink and white polka dotted dress with her pillow.


First day of MICH, Sept. 2011



Last day of MICH, June 2012

On this pretty summer late morning, Addison bounced up to the car as usual, with Ms. Gawell trying to keep her on the earth; being with our sweet oldest child at times can be like trying to pin a cloud down. They got to the car, and I saw Ms. Gawell (the non huggy teacher) stop Addison and ask for a hug. Tears started streaming down my eyes, imagining what it must be like to work so hard to teach and form and empower these little creatures and then truly say goodbye and send them on their way.

Addison got into the car and started sobbing with big tears. It was one of those cries of true awareness of loss. It made me ache. She cried, explaining that Ms. Tettemer was retiring and this meant Addie couldn't come see her at the school if she wanted to, like she could to see Ms. Gawell. Big tears and gulps as she sobbed, "She told me I was a joy to have in her classroom." Man, don't you remember those words from your early teachers. Words you hang on to. That shape you.

I stopped the car and we both sat there and cried for a few minutes. I wasn't much help! And then I told her she could go anywhere she wanted. I received a quick response... Chucky Cheese! We had a great time. I reminded Addie of her tears when she started school. She said "yeah, at first I cried cuz I didn't want to be there and now I'm crying cuz I want to be there :-)"

She's bounced back quickly. Daily she is talking about things she learned and things she did at school. The other day she drew this awesome bird. We hadn't taught her to do this and weren't quite sure from where the inspiration arose.

Then today, we see a card in the mail from Ms. Tettemer. The cover is "Don't let the pigeons do the phonograms... but I want to." Addie was delighted. She immediately ran downstairs cut out a card and asked how to spell... "Don't let the pigeons eat the ice cream. You are a great teacher. I love you."





I don't know the story about the pigeon, but I do know today was not one of those days when I worried if MICH was worth the money :-)

Addison, I love you.

Ms. Tettemer and Ms. Gawell, your ways were different than we are used to, but my daughter grew a lot last year.