The Adventures of Schuyler and Charlie

Saturday, October 19, 2013

costume party

 
 
 
 
 

We're bottom right... their Dad is the guy in the khaki hat (and also the only person under 80 who owns a khaki hat).
 
 

Charles In Charge... of driving Isaac's tractor into a hedge.

This was another one of those great nights at the Davis's.  An early Hallowe'en party and a great opportunity for the kids to raid the dress up basket without the pressure of having this be their official Hallowe'en costume.  It was a great laid back evening with food and wine and good company and I think we all love the fact that we can walk there - just a great neighbourhoody feel.  Thanks, guys!
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the observer


Charlie, Schuyler's Manager, supervises the ballet instruction.

And then does a runner.
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013

go the f*** to sleep

 
 
"I wanna sleep in your bed"
"No, Charlie.  You have to sleep in your own cosy bed"
All parents know this feeling:  go the f*** to sleep!

Sunday, October 13, 2013

playdate

 
 

Blanket fort is always a winner.

So we arranged a long overdue playdate with Zarah.  We built a blanket fort, we played pirate ship outside, we carved a pumpkin.  We had a blast.
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Sunday, October 6, 2013

Schuyler quotes

"Daddy, guess what? We are going to open a restaurant called Lobsters. It was Destiny's idea."

"I feel like our family is alone - like there's someone missing but there's not. I miss my cousins and I want to have a play date with Zara."

I like to capture these quotes because they summarise the little girl who said them and because sometimes they cut to the quick in a way more complex language just can't.  The first quote I just thought was funny - the disclaimer at the end that it was Destiny's idea so she wouldn't think she was opening a restaurant named after my mortal enemy.  The second quote made me deeply sad in a way I can't really communicate.  I remember when cousin Stephen spent the night at Windrush and we were probably the same age as she is.  The next day when he left, I can still transport myself back to that feeling of loneliness when the community you've constructed even for a day leaves.  It's the same feeling I had on the last day of college or boarding school when everything's packed up, the personality of the room stripped away to leave unfriendly walls, and most people have already left and the campus is just an empty ghost - the laughter, heartache, and life removed.  It's just a place where something used to be.  So her comment comes on the heels of us having been back from our whirlwind trip to see some of her Aussie cousins (Dexter, Hugo, and Martha Rose) which she absolutely adored in a way that welded a smile on her face for the whole trip.  Now it was over.  We were back on the train track of life headed from one week to the next.  She missed the larger family.  She missed the community.  We can try all we want but we can't be more people.  So we have to get out more.  We have to jump off the train when we can and explore the landscape.  We need to paint a landscape that has more people.  So we obviously arranged a play date but also made a pact to break out of this house, this rut, a bit more and see more people ourselves.  Send us lists of babysitters.

I've quoted this before here but it bears repeating in full from Kurt Vonnegut:

"Freud said he didn’t know what women wanted. I know what women want. They want a whole lot of people to talk to. What do they want to talk about? They want to talk about everything.

What do men want? They want a lot of pals, and they wish people wouldn’t get so mad at them.

Why are so many people getting divorced today? It’s because most of us don’t have extended families anymore. It used to be that when a man and a woman got married, the bride got a lot more people to talk to about everything. The groom got a lot more pals to tell dumb jokes to.

A few Americans, but very few, still have extended families. The Navahos. The Kennedys.But most of us, if we get married nowadays, are just one more person for the other person. The groom gets one more pal, but it’s a woman. The woman gets one more person to talk to about everything, but it’s a man.

When a couple has an argument, they may think it’s about money or power or sex, or how to raise the kids, or whatever. What they’re really saying to each other, though, without realizing it, is this:“You are not enough people!”

I met a man in Nigeria one time, an Ibo who has six hundred relatives he knew quite well. His wife had just had a baby, the best possible news in any extended family.

They were going to take it to meet all its relatives, Ibos of all ages and sizes and shapes. It would even meet other babies, cousins not much older than it was. Everybody who was big enough and steady enough was going to get to hold it, cuddle it, gurgle to it, and say how pretty it was, or handsome.

Wouldn't you have loved to be that baby?”



argggh matey


Dining on the lawn with the Carpols.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Getting a tour of the Harbour.
 
 
 
 
(Above: Charlie, Schuyler, and Ailiyah)
So it was one of those times when we weren't sure we were going to go.  We went back and forth.  We'd only recently heard about the Festival of Sail in Barr's Park and thought it might be ok.  It turned out to be awesome.  Just my kind of festival.  Not too many people but enough to do for everyone:  Bouncy Castles, homemade lemonade, free tours around the Harbour, and face painting.  It was a great day and, as you can see, the kids were pretty thrilled.  

the scamp

 
 
 

So the parting gift (which was pretty awesome) from the bday party at Kid Zone was a Lego kit each.  For each kid!  Lego STILL holds a fascination for me (and I'm guessing many adults) and I still remember the absolute joy of getting a new Lego kit (thanks Aunt Linda and Uncle Reid for the moon buggy when I was 7!).  So these kids were pysched.  Even Charlie whose manual dexterity isn't exactly Lego-ready yet.
This Charlie kid is something else.  It's partly the age.  Schuyler was a very different kid at 3 than she is at 5 and they share a lot of traits at similar ages.  But it's cool to watch him bloom.  And probably the best part is watching them play together which happens a lot more often than i thought would happen at this age.  The lower shots are him watching Dinosaur Train which is a clear favourite of his.... they watch too much tv.  We're working on weaning them back to a sensible amount because the Tiger Mom would 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

a birthday party


Caged animal, Charlie.
 
Schuyler and the gang (Destiny and Zarah).

There's this place called Kid Zone.  It's kind of the only (for the moment anyway) indoor playground in Bermuda.  Winter and rainstorms make it very popular.  It is also popular for birthday parties.  The room is not immense and the playground - a series of slides, tunnels, and stairways - consumes most of the room such that the parents form kind of a parental moat of people on two of the sides with exactly three seats.  There is also a ball pit in there loaded with plastic balls which some genius decided to put in the far corner so if any kid runs into difficulty in the pit, the adult minder has to crawl through miles of kid sized tunnels to get there.  It is a concrete room that reflects all sounds sharply and magnifies the cacophony which grows to torturous levels as the party reaches its peak.  But the kids love it.  And, since there is nowhere for the kids to go but in this labyrinth, the parents ultimately dig it as well.  At this one, Schuyler was the core invitee.  Charlie wasn't technically invited but I kind of brought him along anyway because it was easier and I thought he would like it.  He did.  He played and played but really just in one little spot in front of me and wasn't keen on playing with the other kids (who were a older mostly) or venturing too far into the maze.  I had to bribe him with chocolate to get the above pic.  Schuyler on the other hand was psyched.  She was in her element.  She's now in the top tier (P1) of her class in the bizarre but strictly observed caste system at her school and her three best friends (Emma, Destiny, and Zarah) were in attendance.  Above is actually a break in these three demonstrating their dance routine they have developed in an early form of a musical group the girls would eventually call "The Cupcakes".  For my part, I get to hang out with the other parents (mostly Mum's) and try to have a full adult conversation despite the wall of white noise cutting through every syllable and the constant interruptions with boo boos and I-need-to-pee's.  It's basically like meeting strangers in a brightly lit nightclub except you are sober and have two lives to preserve.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

homework

 

I don't remember having homework when I was five.  In fact, I'm quite certain that I didn't have any.  Maybe seven.  But five?  No way, man.  But here we are.  Schuyler had to copy a typewritten (and frankly quite complicated) typed paragraph about ecosystems or something in cursive.  It didn't go terribly well.  It's not like she can't do it (because she did finally complete the mission) but the combination of heavy fatigue (Schuyler needs an unusual amount of sleep and right before bed her concentration is almost nil) and fissures in her self confidence made this a drawn out and frustrating task for everyone.  But it's kind of like the "Little White Donkey" episode in the Tiger Mom book.  In fact, that's exactly what sprang to mind when we were taking turns supervising.  She kept wanting to give up because she found it hard (and she was tired) and many times I verged on giving in a letting her go to bed.  But The Little White Donkey kept coming into my head which, in my interpretation, is the value of completing something you weren't sure at all you could accomplish.  We weren't up until 2am and this was not exactly Mozart but it was difficult for her all the same.  you could see the cracks in her self confidence and the difficulty of staying on task but then she finally finished.  We figured out that placing the green pencil sharpener under the word she was working on helped her concentration and made the big task a bunch of little achievable ones.  What is it?  Every journey begins with a single step or something.  We'll see what happens when the real homework starts coming in.
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