Sunday

I've been working on a joke for a while.  It goes something like this, "the English language Catholic church is a 40 minute cycle; I just learned that there's an English language Episcopal service across the canal from us.  Looks like we are now Episcopalian."

Of course, this was exaggerated for comic effect and before we actually attended said Episcopal service. We went today and it was just OK.  It was a prayer service (as opposed to a eucharistic service) which meant it wasn't the Catholic look-alike I was familiar with, but on a cold, rainy January day it just might do the trick.

This afternoon we headed into the city center to go to Marks and Spencer where my plan to reduce the amount of packaging we bring into the house lost out to crumpets and a prepared turkey dinner.  But I've had their turkey dinner before and I know it will be worth it.  Then we walked up to the main library (accidentally escorted by a Hare Krishna procession) and read a few books to M.

Circus!

The tent has been set up in the vacant lot in Buitenveldert, so last week M and I headed off to the circus!

The giant candy floss could have been the reason
M was a little antsy by the end of the show.

Farewell, Cape Cod!

A month on the cape has come and gone.  It was the summer of nostalgia, during which I connected with long neglected friends and family members.  I also had to buy those drugstore reading glasses. Maybe both are symptoms of getting older.  I am returning to the 'Dam a little more tan and a little less fit.

Summer Holiday!

Off to Cape Cod for a month! M is excited for camp and seeing his family.  I'm looking forward to seeing family and having some predictable weather.  I have already queried M's friends and have their days in Amsterdam plotted on a calendar, which should make socializing that much easier when we return.  There have been some rumblings of a summer family vacation for P, M and me, but nothing is booked yet.  Even if it doesn't happen I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun.

The boys at Amstelpark.  Gorgeous weather this weekend.  M was surprisingly good at steering his little motorbike, perhaps because of all his cycling practice? Sadly P couldn't go for a ride because he was too big!

The things you worry about and the things you don't

I've been a mother for almost 6 years now.  We knew we'd have one kid, and taking a cue from my friends with 2 kids I decided to actively skip the worried-all-the-time phase that first time moms go through and skip right to the relaxed-second-kid phase.  Mixed results.

One thing I don't need to worry about with M is eating.  He's a great eater, tries new things and has plenty of foods from all food groups that he will readily choose.  Plus, this list is expanding by the day.  When he was about 3 weeks old we finally trounced a rocky start and got him on the right track with breastfeeding. At age 4 he went through a picky phase which was combatted by my insistence that we don't comment on food, a refusal to make him special meals and a little brainwashing that he was a great lover of new foods.  Since then, smooth sailing.

Sleep has been another issue altogether, but lately he has been showing more independence with sleep.  Until very recently we laid down with him to go to sleep.  Bedtime was always a very vulnerable time which made having a babysitter very difficult.  A few months ago we decided to start the "Sleep Lady Shuffle" to get M to sleep on his own.  Within a few days we were sitting in the doorway of his room.  To our great shock, after a conversation about sleepovers ("the other kid's parents aren't going to shush you to sleep") and a visit to the homeopath, he asked us to sit on the couch outside his room, then a couple of days later asked us to keep his door shut (I think the light was bothering him).  Now he asks us to leave a self-serve breakfast out on weekend mornings and last night he couldn't wait for his sitter to turn up--and she was scheduled to put him to bed!  I feel like he has made more sleep progress in the past 5 weeks than he has in the past 5 years combined.

Ballet Recital

M recently had a ballet recital.  I'll admit it, I tried to keep him out of it.  Not because I have any issues with my son taking ballet.  On the contrary, I rather like it both because it's great exercise for him and I like to buck the stereotype.  The issue I had was that when this opt-in recital came up, I felt like M had way too many activities going on.  He has swimming lessons, Biodanza, and just wrapped up an after school art class.  Plus, we were in the middle of our move.  I just couldn't handle another obligation and figured he would forget about it.  I figured wrong.

So, M was in a ballet recital; I envisioned it as his swan song with ballet, no pun intended, mainly because next year ballet becomes an after school activity while this year the lessons are given within the school day.  A couple of days before it his teacher told me he was the only boy and asked if I was o.k. with that.  Yes, I'm fine with it and I think M would be more than fine with it. He did a very nice job, both as a kid at the beach and a magician in a Swan Lake excerpt--two parts that gave him small solos.  I started to think that as a boy taking ballet he could get pretty far with the lack of competition alone.  And, he LOVES it.  So, we'll see whether he's still interested when it comes time to choose after school clubs in the fall.

Graduation Day!

Last week M's school had a little ceremony marking graduation from Reception, which is what the British call pre-kindergarten.  I'm so proud of M for all that he has learned (like how to read!) and of how well he has done at school since January.  He loves school which is really all a parent can hope for at this age.

M and his buddy, French M, enjoying some ice cream after graduation.