One of the saddest songs on this earth must be Leaving On a Jet Plane. It has to be. I mean, “I’d hate to wake you up to say goodbye…” must be one of the loneliest images because it must be an incredibly early flight because everyone but him is asleep. The knowledge of inevitability, and being the first to feel that is a huge burden, to feel alone in that misery during that minute moment because the other part of your heart is still dreaming. This has really no relation to what I’m about to blog about- the girls’ first day of school. But as I looked out Emma’s window and saw all the leaves blowing and falling onto the ground, it reminded me that it is soon fall. It is a whisper of fall. It is a sign that we must start getting ready to bear near coldness and chill, that seasons are passing the baton again, and it will soon be time for pensive moments over coffee. I guess it’s because Elleonai’s birthday quickly passed and hit me unexpectedly and I’m once again catching up on writing about her milestones. And because the girls are now in […]
There’s so much I remember 6 years ago. Time is a constant exam to see how far your memory stretches, but from the first day, I made sure to memorize it despite my fatigue. Because on days like today, there is a story I need to tell you about you. I love you, Zienne. But first, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I watched you as you slept last night, wishing I had kept you up until 12am so I knew I had those last few minutes seeing you smile and talking with 5 year old Zi, but you were so tired from you daily activities. It’s ok; I made sure I took your photos yesterday of 5 year old zienne, asked you to answer your yearly interview questions, hugged you and asked you my yearly request of staying that age, and told you how proud I was of you- of 5 year old you. Me: Zi, do you really have to turn 6 tomorrow? Zi: Do you want me to? Me: No. It will make me sorely sad. Zi: I dunno how to make it stop. This was you, yesterday after school. You chose your own outfit and fixed your hair by […]
Before the picture above (left), Zienne adamantly refused to get in the water to snorkel due to fear. After some coaxing, she mustered up the courage to jump out of the boat to join everyone. This was her at the back of the boat, not even scared if she’ll fall off. I was so proud of her. Today, she came home from school with the news of going up a reading level to I level, the first in her class to do so. I’m just as proud. That’s the picture on the right. My little nut.
The girls had their winter solo day last Friday, despite being sick that week due to the snow piles and extreme cold weather. They’ve been having snow days that deterred them from attending school, so it gave them ample time to practice. Emma is now in Book 2, playing “Long Long Ago”. Zienne is in Book 1, playing “Allegro” with Emma supporting her with the duet part. I’m really proud of the two girls, esp. Emma who is starting to realize the importance of refining the tone of her sound, but fixing the meticulous way she plays her bow and getting the slurs perfectly as instructed. I know it’s not easy to memorize multiple pieces while also remembering every correct slur, so I’m excited to many years down the road when it almost becomes second nature to her. Zienne is doing quite well too, although still not completely familiar with her technique, but it also could be that she has a really bad violin. How do I know? Because the teacher told us Zi has a really bad violin. Sheesh…not like it cost us almost $300 or anything… *sigh* We’re waiting her to go up a size.
?#?carconvo? Emma: Mamam, I want to sing and be a pop star. Zi: I want to be a model. Elle: I be a giraffe. Me: You want to be a giraffe? Elle: A penguin! A giraffe-penguin! Zi: Actually, do you know. When Ate and I are older, we’re going to be missionaries. Emma: *snickers* Zi: No really. Don’t laugh at it. We’re going to go everywhere, except for China. Me: *super confused* Elle: Excuse me, Mamam? Can you sing Baby? Me: what ‘baby’?? Zi: She means, “Oh baby you, you got what I need, but you say he’s just a friend. YOu say he’s just a friend.” Elle: Book Of Life!!! Zi: Mamam, can I be Maria for Halloween next year? Me: sure! Elle: Excuse me, Mamam? I be Malolo! Me: You want to be Manolo? It’s Manolo. Ell: NOOOO! MaLOLO! Listen. Ma- ma- ma- ma- LOLO. ?#?truestory? ?#?9yrs? ?#?5yrs? ?#?26mo?
School pictures were earlier than expected. The girls are getting so big. For some reason, whoever takes their pictures makes them put their hand on their hip. To get those big smiles, we share a little secret that I’ll let my readers know, just for being awesome. We have a secret password that we share so they can think about it when getting their pictures taken. It makes them super happy and usually gets them to smile big. This year, I believe the secret word was “chicken booty”.
Zienne has been working all week to compose a poem for Perze. She wanted to finish it before he got home from his business trip to DC. The night after he arrived, she finally finished it and wanted to read it aloud to him. We’re so proud of her since all the words were by her and she tried so hard to spell everything out by herself. Emma and I helped her spell out difficult words. (We are still taking donations for a podium). #ziennenoelle #5yrs #herheart #daddysgirls