Full Moon Fever

Full Moon

Claire continues to be scared by supernatural stories from her friend Sophia at school.  Since tonight was a full moon, she was told, she had to do the following to protect herself at bedtime:

  • Leave some chopped garlic with butter in her bedroom to ward off vampires (why not toss in some onions and sauté for the start of a tasty recipe?)
  • Leave a light on to scare off werewolves
  • Leave the door shut to keep out ghosts

On Halloween night at midnight, she is also supposed to run into our room, throw herself under our sheets, and scream, then go back to bed.  This will protect her from rampaging trick-or-treaters, I gather.

After making it clear that we do not believe in vampires, werewolves, or ghosts, we let Claire indulge in a little garlic, a small light, and a shut door.  But this is for full moons only!

As for her friend Sophia, I think she has a writing career ahead of her, with her convincingly creative mind.

Scared

Just in time for Halloween, poor Claire has suddenly developed an intense fear of, well, anything she can’t see, especially ghosts and the “Candy Man”.  Claire is scared enough that she literally will not be left alone anywhere in the house.  If she is upstairs with me, and I need to go downstairs for something, she comes with me, for fear of ghosts.  She feels especially scared in our bathroom, with all of its mirrors.  Supposedly the Candy Man lives behind mirrors.  If you say his name three times (or is it five?), he will come out of the mirror and kill you.  This is a real fear — on some level, she thinks it might actually happen, which is terrifying, if you think about it.

In particular, Claire has had trouble getting to sleep.  When we tuck her in, she grasps onto us for protection, and although she tries to fight through the fear, she has ended up in tears and begs to stay in our room.  She keeps coming out of her room all shaken up.  We have talked with Claire about these fears and how they don’t really make sense, and Claire agrees, but it doesn’t make her fear go away.  We joked about ghosts, too.  Suppose they were real, which they aren’t.  Would a ghost really be scary?  They can’t do anything.  They just float around like a cloud.  We people are the big, scary ones with our big, muscular bodies.  Also, Molly would scare a ghost because she is so loud and would easily scream them away, if they existed, which they don’t.  Claire wondered if Muffin would protect her, and we said yes, if ghosts were real, Muffin would be scary since she has such big, sharp teeth and can bark.  We showed Claire Muffin’s teeth, and she was impressed how scary our teddy bear of a dog can be.  After all this discussion, Claire headed to bed feeling good and safe.  Ten minutes later, she was up crying and desperate for the safety of our company.  She also wakes up in the middle of the nights looking for protection and is very hard to get back to sleep.  This is how the fear works.

Claire has apparently been spooked by her classmates, who are spreading rumors of ghosts and ghouls.  The stories are probably in good nature, but they really spook Claire.  After discussing it with Kit and me, Claire said she understood that ghosts are not real, and she even told one of her classmates she knew her stories were not real, but she would play along for fun.  Still, Claire is just spooked.  Fear is fear, and it doesn’t always make sense.

After several tricky nights of getting Claire to sleep in her room, we came up with a couple of ways to take the edge off of Claire’s feeling of terror.  One night about two hours after putting Claire to bed, she was still awake and scared.  She asked for a drawing pad to get her mind off of things.  Sure enough, after about 45 minutes of drawing flowers and peace signs, she was asleep, pencil in hand.  It did not work quite as quickly the next night.  Finally, last night, we decided to let Claire use the secret weapon of falling asleep, at least for Kit and me: audio books.  Nothing works quite like audio books to lull you to sleep.  We set up an old iPod Nano with Ramona the Brave, narrated by Stockard Channing.  In the story, Ramona, like Claire, also struggles with the fear of unknown scary things in her room at night, among other things.  Claire and I have listened this audio book in the car many times, mostly on the way to pick up Molly from school.  It did the trick tonight.  Claire was asleep within minutes.  She did wake up once in the middle of the night, though.  But she was not scared.  She just wanted to know how to adjust the volume on the story.

And this is how Claire got her very first iPod.

Claire on Winter

Claire and I were talking about the summer ending and fall, and eventually winter, coming on.  I told Claire the days would get cooler and maybe wetter, and it would get dark earlier in the day.  After a while, it would even be dark when she wakes up and dark well before bed time, even before she comes home from school.

“That sounds pretty nice!”, Claire said hopefully.  Then after a pause, “But not really nice.”  That is as good of a summary of winter in central Texas as I have ever heard.

Lunch Bunch

Claire was selected by her first grade teacher as Star Girl of the Week this week.  Claire and the Star Boy of the Week, Wilder, get to have lunch in the classroom with their teacher on Friday.  This coveted spot is called Lunch Bunch.  Claire tells us that you get to be a Start of the Week by listening well and not interrupting the teacher.

Some interesting background here… Claire and Wilder had the same kindergarten teacher, Ms. B, last year.  Besides Claire and Wilder, two other kids in Claire’s first grade class also had Ms. B last year, making a total of four kids in Claire’s current first grade class who had Ms. B for kindergarten.  So far in first grade, a total of four Stars of the Week have been selected. And every one of them had Ms. B for kindergarten.  Yes, Ms. B’s small contingent has 100% dominated the Star of the Week tally so far for first grade.  This might tell you something about Claire’s kindergarten teacher, Ms. B.  She sure did run a tight ship.  And by the way, she was no tyrant.  I never heard about so much as an unkind or perturbed word from her.  In fact, the kids generally had a lot of fun in her class.  She just ran a tight ship.

Kid-proof no more

It’s official.  Kid-proof packages don’t work on Claire any more.  At least, she has defeated the safety packaging on her Claratin.  The good news is that I no longer have to unwrap the Claratin for her in the morning.  I just hand her the package.  Luckily, she is also old enough to understand not to have more than one.

Sunday

Kit had the idea to take pictures and generally track today as sort of a “typical Sunday”, if there is such a thing, for the blog.  I liked the idea.  I’m going to keep the words short and let the pictures do the talking, except to say that these pictures make it look like we live of life of diversion and leisure.  I can assure you, we do not.  This happened to be a really fun, nice day with the girls.  This weekend also involved me and Kit juggling kid duty while the other one went into work (including my secret project), and by general fatigue and sometimes grumpiness on everyone’s part.  Still, a nice day like this goes a long way towards recovering from the rigors of a busy work/school week, and we are lucky to have these girls to make days like these possible.  (Do you really think that Kit and I would have made cake pops and gone to the playground if it was just the two of us?)

Two funny highlights that popped out were (1) the cake pop filling that looked like cat poo and which Claire got me to eat, and (2) Kit commenting over dinner that the watermelon was “gamey”, which was just hilarious because it was oddly sort of true but also not (being watermelon and all).

Twenty Something?

After picking up the kids from school today, we went to the old standby for dinner, Jason’s Deli.  We have gone to Jason’s countless times after school, and Claire invariably orders the hot dog kid’s meal, while Molly gets the kid’s cheese pizza.  But tonight, Claire tried something a little different…the salad bar.  I did say to Claire, who is normally voracious after school, “So, just to be clear, your entire meal is going to come from that salad bar.”  She asked if she could get both the hot dog and the salad bar, but alas I told her that she did have to choose just one, and she went with the salad bar.

So this was Claire’s very first salad bar.  Okay, so that is not a huge milestone, but perhaps mildly interesting.  The funny thing was seeing Claire eat her salad, with no dressing, with bottled water for her drink, her clean haircut, and wearing her new glasses.  The whole scene made Claire look strikingly like a health-conscious 25-year-old woman on her lunch break.  This from the kid who usually stuffs down a hot dog and ice cream.  See for yourself…

Claire and her saladClaire on lunch break from her new advertising job?

Molly, for her part, went to great lengths to demonstrate the crucial fours years that separate her from Claire.  Molly threw a shoe on the ground and refused to put it back on, dumped her booster seat on the ground, got out of her seat to walk around, tried to jump off of her seat, and ate only a little bit of pizza, of course with ketchup on it.

Back to School

Claire started first grade today, and Molly switched over to a new class, the Robins, across the hall from her old class, the Little Lambs.  Here’s a quick snapshot of each at this morning’s drop off in their new classrooms.

Six Trips to School in One Day

The (relatively) calm days of summer vacation are coming to a sudden close this week.  Claire and Molly have been going to the same school this summer.  Claire ends summer camp this week and starts first grade next week.  Molly switches over to a new class at pre-school, right across the hall, but with brand new teachers and mostly new classmates.

This time of year is kind of crazy because of the confluence of summer-ending and school-starting events.  This week had two PINs (Parent Information Nights) and a school open house to attend in three days.  Plus the end-of-year parties and special events.  The girls came home this week with copious amounts of art and other stuff they had produced over the summer (Claire) and over the last year (Molly).  And of course, there are many handouts, checklists, and forms to deal with.

Meeting up at home on the last day of the school year
Meeting up at home after the last day of the school year. Claire is in her pajamas and water shoes, and the girls are surrounded by bags of their stuff from school.

But I think Wednesday best illustrated the zaniness of this time of year.  Claire went to school late, wearing a swim suit, and come home early wearing pajamas, water shoes, and new glasses.  Kit and I made a combined six trips to the girls’ school plus two doctor’s appointments in that one day.  Kit was on vacation, and I was working a regular day.  Here is how it worked out…

  • I took Molly to school at 8:00 am and came home to work as usual. (trips to school: 1)
  • Claire had to pick up her glasses today.  Kit took Claire to get her glasses right when the optometrist opened at 9:30 am, and then took Claire to school/camp late but in time for swimming. (trips to school: 2)
  • Kit and I both went back to school at 11:30 to attend Molly’s year-end lunch-time celebration. (trips to school: 3)
  • Claire has lately been having some “tricky breathing” and coughing, perhaps an asthmatic reaction, and we set her up with an appointment at 4:10 this afternoon.  Kit got Claire early from school (after Claire’s class had finished a summer-end movie screening of Happy Feet 2 in their pajamas) and took her to the doctor. (trips to school: 4)
  • In the mean time, I (sort of) finished work and went to pick Molly up at about 5:00 pm. (trips to school: 5)
  • We all met at home around 5:30, with Claire in her pajamas and wearing new glasses.  I ate dinner quickly and headed back to school for Molly’s Parent Information Night (PIN) at 6:00 pm.  In the mean time, Kit put the girls to bed.  (trips to school: 6)  

Kit’s night putting the girls to bed was definitely more work, while my time at the PIN was more boring and uncomfortable, sitting on the floor in a school room for 90+ minutes.