Mr. Jabber

I think that because Gigi was so verbal so early and Orion started walking at 9 months, we just assumed that he would be the "physical" one and she would be the "verbal" one.  Well, so much for finding a simple way to summarize the kids.  Orion, at 19 months, is really starting to communicate.  With communication come so many opinions to negotiate, but it is also so much fun.

Orion has a favorite knock knock joke that he made up.  It goes like this.

Orion: Knock knock.

Anybody: Who's there?

Orion: Wow wow (how he says "dog")

Anybody: Wow wow who?

Orion: Car.

And repeat, ad nauseam.

Orion is also starting to put things together, like "noise... loud", or "big truck".  Last week we took the kids to a pool with a twisty slide into the pool, and after getting dunked on the way down he kept pointing to the slide, saying, "I don't wannit, slide".  

But I think the sweetest little Orion-isms are his little voice saying "Thank you Mama (Papai/Gigi/Tutu)!" and him singing Colbie Caillat's "I do do do do do do do do....  love you".  We sure do love having this little monkey in our family!

Marcos Graduates from UNC

On Mother's Day (May 11th), Marcos graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Information Science from UNC.  What a happy day this was!  My dad came down from New Jersey for the weekend to celebrate with us, and there was so much to be pleased about.  Marcos felt for such a long time that stopping good work to get his degree would be a real disadvantage in that he would fall behind in the rapidly changing world of technology, but deep down we knew that it would be worth it.  And there were moments he regretted not being able to stay abreast of what was going on in the field, and some classes of which he hated every second.  However, during his two years at UNC, Marcos found mentors and friends he deeply loves, and he served as the President of the Student Organization at SILS (the School of Information and Library Sciences) where he worked to make positive change and left a legacy of renewed collaboration and energy and interest in student participation.  And fortunately, the vision and hope we had of him receiving job offers panned out and he ended his schooling with a contract signed at Fidelity Investments as a Quality Assurance Software Engineer.  It has been an important chapter, and yet we are ready for the next turning of the page...

Don't tell anyone, but you know what color I've never, ever liked?  Carolina Blue.  Unless it's on Marcos, in which case it looks very handsome.  Here are the hoards of undergrads at the general graduation ceremony on Sunday morning.  I am so glad Marcos was at the very back, and that I had brought our mega zoom lens, that cell phones are so easy to carry along, and that there just happened to be a group of balloons near where Marcos was sitting with his friends.  Otherwise, I might have missed him in the sea of blue, and missed those moments during the ceremony when we caught each other's eye from what felt like miles away, and just paused and beamed at each other thinking, "I can't believe we did it, we did it, it's over!"

Marcos with Shane, one of his best friends from school.  And then the monkeys, who both smiled and cooperated simultaneously - truly a graduation day miracle!

With my dad, who visited for the weekend from New Jersey and whose support has buoyed us countless times through our educational pursuits, and my mom, who is endlessly thoughtful and supportive and nice.

That afternoon, at the more intimate School of Information and Library Sciences graduation ceremony, Marcos was awarded the Outstanding Service to the School award.  He had been nominated by multiple professors, and I was so proud of him.  As a wife who was on the "suffering" end of his late nights hosting things at the school, it was a secret pleasure to see that they too recognized his love and dedication.  I love the saying that "you can get a lot of good done in the world if you don't care who gets the credit" but sometimes getting the credit is important too.  

With one of Marcos' best buds Josh, and my dad.

And the following favorites from Marcos' time at UNC. SILS Dean Gary Marchionini...

...Marcos' favorite professors Mohammad Jarrahi

...and Ron Bergquist.

Hooray Papai!  You DID IT!

Raising Our Kids - File Number Two

This post is the second in a series of posts I am writing about parenting strategies a la Metta and Marcos.  Some may make you think that we're crazy, but this is what we identify as being US.  

• Sticking with it when introducing something new.  When life goes according to plan, I like to introduce important things when I have the energy and time to be thorough and teach them well.  There are many examples with weightier implications, but water color paints always come to mind when I think of this.  When we first gave Gigi water color paints it was important to me that she learned how to rinse her brush between colors, and apply pure colors to the paper, rather than painting with the muddy hues that would result from simply giving her the paints and walking away.  It took time and it was tedious to have to remind her to rinse her brush between colors, but once it became part of her muscle memory for painting, I phased out my prompts and have not directed her painting since.  Sometimes new learning requires undivided attention and time (two things that are hard to come by in my home) but I find that if we teach well at the beginning, in the end we spend way less time and energy fixing things that were not taught nor learned well.
• Articulating feelings, giving them words.  Most kiddos are familiar with the emotions of happy, mad and sad, but life starts to take on other emotional nuances fairly early on.  So we have made a point to label emotions so that Gigi and Orion can learn to articulate what they are feeling.  The way it looks in our home is: "Oh Buddy, you look frustrated!" or "You seem really disappointed that Michael is not available to play with you" or "Were you feeling nervous around that big dog?"  It seems like emotional intelligence learned while young pays dividends in later relationships - with others and with ourselves.
• Actively ignoring.  This is something I have brought with me from my time as a graduate student in Social Work.  Active ignoring is the conscientious decision to help a behavior to disappear by withdrawing attention from it.  Harmful or destructive behaviors are not what I'm talking about, but rather, things that are simply annoying.  Behaviors like screeching and licking have had fleeting moments of glory in our home, but because we have intentionally turned our backs and put attention into something new that distracted the screecher/licker's attention away from the behavior without ever having rewarded it, the behavior phased out pretty quickly.  It is SO hard to actively ignore behaviors that drive us crazy, but since both positive and negative attention can encourage bad behavior to continue, we have had better luck by turning our backs consistently until the phase passes.  
• Talking Empathetically.  Gigi and I often have discussions about how our behavior and words impact other people and how they feel when we treat them certain ways.  Gigi is not wired to care yet about other people's feelings too much, but with some prompting she is able to imagine standing in another person's shoes so that she can feel how they might feel.  And then she gets it.  We talk about how kids feel when we say "go away!" or "I don't like you!" or " you are stupid!", and so she just doesn't say those things.
• Turning away when I don't have the energy to follow through.  Sometimes I am just at my wits end, and I know I don't have the energy to intervene yet one more time when something obnoxious is going on.  So, I have noticed that sometimes I intentionally turn away from naughty behavior or walk into the next room, so that I can pretend it doesn't exist.  This is not parenting at its finest, but I feel ultimately that telling Gigi or Orion to stop a behavior or making a threat if the behavior doesn't change - and then not having the energy to follow through - is much more detrimental than simply ignoring it.  As a mom my most powerful tool is my example, but my second most powerful tool is my word, and if my kids learn that my word is not backed up with the force of my action, then we are all in trouble.

School Girl

In Prieto news, we've been in the process of seeing if Gigi (who just turned 4) will be able to start at the local Waldorf School this fall.  This week we went to a reception for new parents at the school and although I'm very solidly NOT a weepy person, being there touched on something deep and I found myself brimming with tears at the 7th grade quartet playing gorgeous music in the background, the students who were there serving as ushers, the art on the walls, the depth, kindness and insight of the other parents at the school.  As a child I probably took a lot of my growing up in a Waldorf School for granted, but now as a parent I feel so awed to think that perhaps I will be able to provide THIS for my own child.  THIS music, THIS art, THIS community, education and worldview.

And then today it was confirmed that we can't afford to send her next year.  We were so, so disappointed.  We wrote an email to the administrator thanking him for his help and told him that we would try to enroll Gigi again next year.

And then we received an email back from him, not an hour later.  It said that the Financial Aid committee members just happened to be there when he received our email and they would be happy to accept what we had put forward as our doable amount this year.  Marcos read the email out loud and we all yelped and hollered, and it scared Gigi and she cried!

So we are full of excitement, and so much gratitude.  With two years of coop preschool that we have loved so much, I feel like I have given Gigi what I can, and it's time for her to be in a school setting.  Financially this will be a real stretch for us, but I have been so touched that although Marcos has never spent a day as a Waldorf student, he is so fully on board with this idea of providing a Waldorf education to our children, at the expense of other things that are also important to us.

There is a lot of gratitude in our home tonight.

Raising our Kids - File Number One

The post is the first of a series of posts I am writing about parenting - specifically, what Marcos and I do with our kids.  I am very self-conscious about putting this out into the world - not because I feel shy about our techniques, but because it could easily be seen as a bit of self-glorification and that is not the spirit in which it was written.  We simply received the question one day of "what do you do with your kids", which got us thinking "hmm, what DO we do with our kids?", which turned into a bullet list we brainstormed during a road trip, which turned into feelings of complete overwhelm as I realized how long the bullet list was, and then it turned into this.  I thought to flesh out our bullet list in a private letter to the asker of this question, and then figured that since I'm taking time to write, I might as well put it in our blog so that I will always have these thoughts in our family history.

And then, of course, if our kids feel traumatized in later life they can look back and see where we went wrong, and know how to be wiser than we have been.  But so far so good... right?

So, these are a few things we feel are essential parts of our parenting.  Parenting in the style of Metta and Marcos Prieto.  

• Teaching about the world.  Even as far back as high school, I was always impressed with parents who answered their kid's questions thoughtfully and thoroughly.  We have tried to do that for Gigi as she has become a sentient, curious little human being, and I love her hunger for information.  She is constantly asking me why things are the way they are, and how to make things ("mom, how do you make cheese?"), and she asks me to define words she isn't familiar with.  It can be obnoxious at times to hear why, why, why, but I try to remind myself that her curiosity is what will give her the information she needs in order to one day RULE THE WORLD.  Or whatever path she chooses to pursue, of course...  I also recently came across an article that has helped me to differentiate my approach: in the past, whenever Gigi asked questions to which I did not know the answer, my response was, "let's go look it up online".  I wanted to provide her with an immediate, solid answer.  However, in my recent readings I was reminded that not all questions need a concrete response, and that encouraging a child to use their imagination to come to different possible answers to their questions can be very beneficial.  We want our children to become problem-solving, innovative, creative adults, so letting them spend time in their imaginary world is sometimes a good alternative to rushing to the internet.
• Using complex vocabulary.  I figure the best way for our kids to have a good handle on our native tongue is to hear a wide range of words used in context as they are growing up, and so we have not made our language overly child-friendly through the years that our children are learning to speak and communicate.  There are probably occasional miscommunications, and often Gigi asks us to define words she does not understand, but the result is that she has a good vocabulary and some ideas about interesting concepts.
• Media. Marcos grew up in a world of TV and video games, and I grew up in a world with limited access to media, and we're constantly navigating a middle ground for our own kiddos, especially Gigi who is at a perfect age to be enamored with characters and movies.  My general approach to TV and movies is that most of what we would expose our kids to is not inherently terrible, but a lot of it comes down to opportunity cost: what am I NOT exposing my kids to, because they are watching a show, or are on a tablet? If my kids are engaging with media, they are NOT outside exploring nature or running around, they are not looking at books, doing crafts or coloring, building with toys, nor using their imagination to create. That is not to say that we don't ever do shows, but in general I am guarded about the type of shows Gigi watches, and how much time she spends staring at a screen. 
• Reading Books. We have entered into a phase where going to the library is really difficult, and not very fun, because Orion wants to run around and pull books off of the shelves.  However, we try to go once every week or two so that we have a large supply of new books to read with the kiddos.  It is just worth it, to see Gigi hungrily flipping through the pages of each book when we get home, and choose her favorites every night at bed time. There is a lot of terrible children's literature out there, and I feel like half of my time at the library is spent weeding out the junk, but it's worth the hassle: literacy is crucial, and sometimes a good thoughtful storyline can impart a message much better than I can with my lectures.
• Coaching through Social Interactions.  It can be incredibly tiring to intervene and coach our kids through social interactions, but being able to release them into the world with kindness, assertion, gratitude, honesty and friendliness is well worth it in the end.  When I hear Gigi independently thank her friends for coming to play, or ask politely for people to take off their shoes when they come over to visit, or navigate through a tough social situation, or dictate to me the message of thanks she wants me to write down in a card for a friend's gift, my heart is so warmed.  We still have a lot of work to do, but Gigi is becoming old enough that our "politeness prompts" are fading out, and her own social voice is becoming stronger.  Recently, I noticed that when we were at a playdate Gigi often took a back seat to her friend's directives about what they were going to do together, what role Gigi was going to play, etc.  So in a quiet moment with her the next day I mentioned my observations, and Gigi expressed that she wasn't sure what to do or say, but that she DID want a turn to choose the activity when she played with this friend.  Together Gigi and I came up with a number of things Gigi could say to assert herself, we practiced them that day, and we practiced them again as we drove to this friend's home the following week.  During their play time I listened in, and heard her repeat the words she had carefully rehearsed.  She was awesome, and I was so proud!  She and her friend still struggle sometimes for control of their shared time, but I am so happy that Gigi is learning to be assertive and negotiate tricky social situations.  I know that there is an argument for backing off entirely and letting kids figure out the world on their own, but our style is more of a coached-socialization model, for at least these first few years, to plant our kid's feet on a solid foundation from which they can blossom into whom they will.  

(Not So) Subliminal Messages

Lately, Gigi has taken to illustrating her feelings when she feels hurt or angry at me.  Today she got into trouble and I put her in time out for four minutes, and when her time was up we talked about her behavior and she stalked off.  When she returned, she handed me this drawing.

This is me (on the right), sticking my tongue out at Gigi (on the left), who is crying.  Above is a heart, crossed out, and "xox" which is also crossed out.  NO LOVE.

I kind of like her way of communicating, but sheesh, four years old can feel really melodramatic sometimes...

Four Times Round the Sun

Yesterday Gigi made her fourth rotation around the sun - Happy fourth Birthday sweet daughter!

My whole heart is so full - fit to burst - when I think about how lucky we are that we have Gigi as our daughter.  She is so loving, clever, sneaky, gentle with younger kids, expressive, affectionate, doting, articulate, curious, assertive, judicious, lively and beautiful.  It is a joy to watch her grow up.

In the morning we started with a surprise of a donut tower for breakfast!  Four donuts, which equalled four mistakes.  Gigi only ate a half of one donut, and by the time I had finished mine, just the thought of the brownies I had made for a special birthday preschool treat that would come two hours later, free ice cream at the farm later that day, and cake and ice cream at dinner that night was enough to make my stomach hurt.  Am I getting old?  I can't consume as much sugar as I used to be able to.  Next year we will start a day of birthday celebrations with a bowl of Grape Nuts or something like that as a buffer!

At preschool my friend Guenieve made Gigi a birthday crown and the kiddos had my homemade brownies for a special birthday treat.  After a picnic lunch out on our front lawn in the sun, my mom and I took the kids to Farm Animal Days in Raleigh, hosted by the NC State University agricultural department.  It's a free family event to give kids exposure to all of the baby animals that are born on the farm in the spring and it was really fun.  We went last year, and now Orion was able to enjoy it too.  His 17-month old brain categorized every single animal as a dog, but... you know, he will sort it out.

Our friends the Liengs joined us at the Farm, and Gigi's little friend Boy Boy worked through some inner hesitations about holding her hand.  And the tractors!

Orion was a happy farm boy, wandering around, climbing up whatever he could.  We worked on stroking the animals with soft hands.  He thought the chicks were quite something.

The best thing about Farm Animal Days is that it is really hands on.  There are many University students there as volunteers, helping the kids to hold chicks, or pet the baby goats and sheep.  

And their dairy cows make a delicious ice cream.  Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry were distributed in little cups and devoured.

So glad that my mom got to come with us!  Gigi loves having her Tutu be such a regular part of our lives.  Me too.  It's amazing what can get done with another set of hands on deck.

And some classic shots of Boy Boy and Gigi in the tractor tire on the way out...

That evening, after a spaghetti dinner (per Gigi's request), we invited some friends over to help us eat our enormous cake, and had a spontaneous cake party back out in the front yard.  I super love this photo of Marcos and Gigi.  

After cake, the kids ran off to draw with sidewalk chalk and play ball in the cul-de-sac.  It was a fine day to turn four.  Happy Birthday sweet Giovanna!

  

Preschool

We are coming up on the final few weeks of coop preschool and my heart is already starting to mourn its end.  This has been our second year doing coop preschool with our friends, and it has been such an awesome thing for us in this chapter of our lives.  Every four weeks I get to hang out with Gigi and her buddies Ezra, Tyler and Lily on a Tuesday and a Thursday morning, and through teaching them and watching them play and interact, I have seen the kiddos grow so much this year.  They are more emotionally level, their bodies are settling, and they engage in our lessons with curiosity and eagerness to learn.  

On St. Patrick's Day we had a party, which is our tradition for pretty much every holiday that passes.  I was hosting preschool that week, so we partied at our house, and it was one of my favorite preschool days this year.  Each time we do a party all of us moms prepare something special and stay at the party to lead our part so that the entertainment doesn't all fall to one person.  During circle time I taught the kids about the history of St. Patrick's Day, traditions in Ireland, and the symbolism of the shamrock, and we read a few stories I found at the library.  Then the kids followed clues around our house on a treasure hunt which was planted by "Lucky the Leprechaun" (me), and there was a pot of gold (Rolos) at the end of the rainbow.  Then for fun I did a science experiment: the baking powder and vinegar volcano experiment, with green lava instead of red.  It was momentous.  Then for snacks I pulled out a lot of healthy foods, and Ezra's mom Guenieve had made the most beautiful shamrock cookies iced to perfection with green royal icing.  After snack, Lily's dad Nathan brought out the craft supplies and the kids designed a shamrock by gluing little balls of crumpled crepe paper onto their cut outs.  And finally, Tyler's mom Kim took us into the living room and showed us a clip of Riverdance and we all got sweaty trying our hand at hopping and kicking like Irish dancers.

And now it is time to plan for next fall, and I'm not sure what direction we will go in, with Gigi and her schooling.  We always told ourselves that the year before Kindergarten would be the year we bite the bullet and pay to have Gigi go to a "real" preschool and get used to having a real teacher, the routine of a school day and the benefits of a whole room full of socialization, but now that option is not as clear as we would have hoped.  The primary hang up (and blessing) is that with Marcos having found a job that does not require us to move away from this area, we have access to the Emerson Waldorf School which is a mere 15 minutes away.  Having grown up in the Honolulu Waldorf School and loved every second of being there, I have always hoped to provide that kind of education to my own children.  We would LOVE for Gigi to start at the Emerson Waldorf School next year, but she is currently on the waiting list, and even if she gets in, we think it might be prudent to find a good alternative and save up for a year before jumping in to a private school tuition.  So, we have a big decision to make!

But whichever way the tides take us in that decision, we will definitely miss our coop preschool.  It is definitely a highlight of my week to drop Gigi off at a friends house, knowing that she will have a fun time, learn a few things, try out new skills and play with her friends.  We have really lucked out to have this small group of dedicated moms in our lives, and we hold them dear for the love they have given our daughter!