Roan may be fine with watching Anakin Skywalker cut an evil droid in half with a lightsaber, but I doubt he’d be fine with me telling him that last week a severed human head was found just feet from the dog park we take Ned to every day.
Today “Mr. Valentine” the animal man came to Roan’s kindergarten class. He brought a wallaby,
snakes (big and small) beautiful frogs, walking sticks,
tarantulas, scorpions, hedgehogs and porcupines. Now for Roan’s homework he has to draw a picture of four of the animals he saw today. Sound out their names, write them and write a sentence about each. A lot to ask of a kindergartner, right? I think so.
Steve is trying to be as relaxed and nurturing as Roan scrawls out a drawing of a tarantula and I want to remind Steve that his own adult level of drawing is so terrible I use it to comedic effect in my solo show- showing slides of it- at the Groundlings. (He draws me this cute series of stick figures doing various things… it’s amazing his brother Daniel was such a talented artist because his drawing is the definition of chicken scratch. Quite clever though. And all the cuter for it’s lack of artistic perfection.)
My husband and I are very adventurous eaters. My husband is a chef. My son, however, will not eat ANYTHING green. As in vegetable. I have to hide it, puree it, sneak it into his food. At the moment he’s enjoying a smoothie made with coconut milk, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries and… unbeknownst to him Collard Greens, Spinach, Chia seeds and Kale.
Thank GOD he did not see the tiny flecks of green. I chose an opaque glass for this reason. If he HAD seen the green he may have thrown up. He most certainly would have gagged, turned red, had teary eyes and most likely barfed numerous times.
Today my friend Tanya invited me and Roan to come swimming with her and Ava to celebrate the gorgeous January 1st in LA. It felt so good to sit in the sun soaking up some Vitamin D. While the kids swam and interacted with a very old Jack Lalane type man who was swimming laps,
Tanya and I got to talking, as we always do, and landed on the subject of our goals for 2012. After bantering on about things like “living from a place of love as opposed to fear” and “not waiting for someone to give me a job, making my own opportunities.” and “having the means to travel to Hawaii as often as I want” I remembered a little tidbit I wanted to write here that sort of sums up what my goals are for 2012 and beyond.
When I was working at Roan’s cooperative preschool last year I’d often show up having just rolled out of bed looking like something the cat dragged in or worse, like something the cat THREW UP.
My hair not even brushed, wearing some crazy sweatsuit combo with bad B.O. and the Preschool’s red apron strung about me, my body heaving under it like a rising loaf of bread.