It’s not every day you get to attend the opening of a new museum, much less one that opens with spectacular works by Liza Lou, Bill Viola, Kehinde Wiley, and Nick Cave, not to mention stunning fashions by Oscar de la Renta, Diane Von Furstenberg, and Manolo Blahnik. But the opening of the new SCAD Museum of Art offered all these and more.
Fletcher was most enthusiastic about the Nick Cave video, Raymond about the chance to meet Kehinde Wiley, and Lola loved Liza Lou’s intricate bead work and Bill Viola’s video, The Crossing, which simultaneously terrified and thrilled her.
Not bad for a Wednesday night.
It seems wrong, somehow, how much I loved the pig races. . . It was something about the late afternoon sunlight, perhaps, but the whole thing felt slightly unreal and oddly magical. And then it was over in a flash. Amazing. I’m seriously thinking about going back to Ottawa Farms just to watch another pig race!
I always struggle a bit this time of year. I love living in Savannah, but I do miss the crisp fall air and changing colors of Virginia. We always say we are going to take a trip north in the Fall, but it is such a busy time of year it never seems to happen. Fortunately, we are are blessed every now and then with weather cool enough to seem down right fall-ish, and this weekend was one of those magical occasions. Not quite sweater weather, but as close as we dare to hope for!
We took full advantage of October’s bright blue weather and spent Saturday afternoon at Ottawa Farms. With a huge corn maze, corn crib, and corn canon not to mention hay rides, a cow ‘train’ and pig races, it was a fantastic day.
There is a first time for everything, right? Sunday was Lola Gray’s first time Bobbing for Apples. She saw the apples floating in the tub and was instantly intrigued . . . but it took a while to figure out exactly what to do!
Fletcher, of course, was too busy playing chess to bob for apples. I’m thinking we need one of these giant chess sets for the back yard . . .
I feel like I am doing nothing but playing catchup these days! I am woefully behind in my posting here, but it is not from a lack of things to post about!
Last weekend NayNay came for a visit and we had a wonderful time. She was able to tag along on Lola Gray’s kindergarten pumpkin patch field trip on Friday, and then we spent an entire, amazing day working in the back yard. I was not terribly optimistic when we started – our yard is such a dust bowl and I just could not see any possibilities in it. Thankfully, my mother has more vision in these areas than I do! All five of us spent the day digging in the dirt and listening to Fletcher’s top Beatles picks on the iPod, and while it is going to take a while for things to grow and fill in, it already looks remarkably better. Thank you Nay Nay!
I worry too much. And I know it. But still . . .
When Fletcher brings home his report card and his grades are all 99s and 97s, I should be thrilled. Instead, I worry that he isn’t being challenged enough. When yesterday he brought home his Lexile score (a complicated assessment of reading level that is now being adopted by our county), I should have just been proud of the fact that my son is an incredibly good reader. And I am. But it also makes me wonder.
Fletcher’s score at the start of second grade is 858. I met with his teacher today and she said she has students whose score is 0. Zero. The goal is to bring them up to 150 before the end of the year. And Fletcher is at 858.
Now I just feel lost. I don’t know what to do with this information. I know he is a great reader. I know he is a super smart kid. I know he could be doing work much more advanced than what he is currently doing.
But he is only 7 years old.
And I want him to be a 7 year old.
I’m sure we could plop him down in 3rd or 4th grade and he could do the work without hesitation. But I would never even consider moving him up a grade. He’s going to grow up fast enough without that. But I also want him to be challenged. I don’t want things to always be so easy. Challenges are important. Even failure is important. They shape us in ways that successes can’t.
OK. Like I said, I worry too much. It just feels like such a fine line we are walking, between advocating for our children’s education and ensuring high standards, and just letting kids be kids because the rest will sort itself out. I haven’t found that balance yet. But I’m still looking.
I was searching through some old voice recordings on my phone today. Fletcher has been recording himself playing piano, and I thought perhaps one of those recordings could be used for his PTA Reflections entry in musical composition. What I did not expect to find was my sweet boy’s kindergarten voice singing Wade in the Water.
I found some photos that were taken around the same time this recording was made. Other than the hair and the teeth, he still pretty much looks the same. But that voice! Oh man do I love that sweet baby voice! And for all my worry about losing that sweetness when he started speech therapy, in the end it slipped away over the summer when we weren’t even paying attention. He is still every bit my sweet child, just so much more boy now than baby. I guess it is true, time flies when you’re having fun!
The other weekend when we were in Hilton Head, I had the opportunity to do a quick photo session with our lovely hosts. We had to work fast as the light was fading, but the colors in the sky were just incredible. These photos have a very different feel than the ones we took last year, but I think they came out wonderfully. Of course, it is hard to take a bad photo of this bunch!
My baby girl woke up this morning and said one of her teeth felt “funny.” I imagine so, because it is suddenly pretty wiggly! Mommy, Daddy and Fletcher were all cheering and excited about her first loose tooth, but my sweet girl burst into tears instead. You see, we have been talking for years about how she needs to stop sucking her thumb, and how when she looses her baby teeth she really can’t suck it any more. So for her, a loose tooth means the impending loss of her greatest comfort . . . and that breaks my heart.
By the end of breakfast, and thanks to big brother’s constant chatter about the joys of tooth wiggling and golden dollars, Lola seemed pretty happy about things after all. Now I have to get serious about this thumb business though. Or, more likely, just need to stark socking away extra pennies for the orthodontist!