Swim Safe Day at the YMCA

Today was Swim Safe Day at Coop's lesson. I remember this day from when Coop and I were taking lessons at the Y. We donned life jackets and played around in the water. Well, it was much cooler here.

When the kids arrived, there were no raised platforms in the pool as usual.  They had to sit on the side and listen to a story the teacher read. Then they all jumped on a "boat" and had to kick to the "beach." The pool is a Zero Entry pool so it gets super shallow.  Then, as they were kicking to the shore, the waves began!  I didn't even know this pool had a wave maker.  Once on shore, they played in the waves and bit and even "swam" in them. Then they boarded the "boat" and headed back to where they started. Then they each got to play lifeguard and pull a "struggling" classmate to safety using a noodle.  Cooper got out of the pool with the BIGGEST smile on his face. He was so happy and had so much fun. I had a big smile too because it LOOKED like so much fun.  Poor Tucker just kept saying, "Water. Water. Pool."  He wanted to go in so badly.

Listening to the teacher

on the boat

saving a classmate

being saved by a classmate

can you see the waves?

I like this sign they have at the Y.

Swim Safe Day at the YMCA

Today was Swim Safe Day at Coop's lesson. I remember this day from when Coop and I were taking lessons at the Y. We donned life jackets and played around in the water. Well, it was much cooler here.

When the kids arrived, there were no raised platforms in the pool as usual.  They had to sit on the side and listen to a story the teacher read. Then they all jumped on a "boat" and had to kick to the "beach." The pool is a Zero Entry pool so it gets super shallow.  Then, as they were kicking to the shore, the waves began!  I didn't even know this pool had a wave maker.  Once on shore, they played in the waves and bit and even "swam" in them. Then they boarded the "boat" and headed back to where they started. Then they each got to play lifeguard and pull a "struggling" classmate to safety using a noodle.  Cooper got out of the pool with the BIGGEST smile on his face. He was so happy and had so much fun. I had a big smile too because it LOOKED like so much fun.  Poor Tucker just kept saying, "Water. Water. Pool."  He wanted to go in so badly.

Listening to the teacher

on the boat

saving a classmate

being saved by a classmate

can you see the waves?

I like this sign they have at the Y.

Ode to our Stroller

I was just thinking today how our stroller goes EVERYWHERE with us and has really allowed us the freedom to come and go as we like while carrying all our crap. So, I thought it was time to honour it with its own ode....


Oh stroller, oh stroller,
So glad we know ya.


You have carried our load,
on every mode (of transportation).


On bus, by rail, by taxi and by ferry,
You do your job well and all our goods you do carry.


To the grocery store with both boys in tow,
Carrying all of our groceries and still you go, go go.


To parks and playgrounds filled with coats, toys and snacks,
You easily glide over big bumps and very deep cracks.


To class far away where the boys dance and sing,
And to swim class nearby at the local gym.


To the zoo, aquarium and wildlife park,
Early in the morning, late in the afternoon and even in the dark.


On the bus you assure us the very best seat,
Sitting away from the crowds is really quite a treat.

You put up with being both pulled and pushed,

And you are so comfy under Tucker's little tush.

Only lately have you even made a peep,

Your poor, tired wheels have begun to go, "Squeak."

While we hope you have many more miles to go,

There will come a time when your wheels will just say, "No."

When that time comes we will say a sad goodbye,

To our dear, dear companion with a tear and a sigh.

Oh stroller, oh stroller, you have been with us on all our adventures and quests,

Oh stroller of ours you are better than all the rest!

Oh stroller, oh stroller,

So glad we know ya.

(No, I am not drunk.)

Ode to our Stroller

I was just thinking today how our stroller goes EVERYWHERE with us and has really allowed us the freedom to come and go as we like while carrying all our crap. So, I thought it was time to honour it with its own ode....


Oh stroller, oh stroller,
So glad we know ya.


You have carried our load,
on every mode (of transportation).


On bus, by rail, by taxi and by ferry,
You do your job well and all our goods you do carry.


To the grocery store with both boys in tow,
Carrying all of our groceries and still you go, go go.


To parks and playgrounds filled with coats, toys and snacks,
You easily glide over big bumps and very deep cracks.


To class far away where the boys dance and sing,
And to swim class nearby at the local gym.


To the zoo, aquarium and wildlife park,
Early in the morning, late in the afternoon and even in the dark.


On the bus you assure us the very best seat,
Sitting away from the crowds is really quite a treat.

You put up with being both pulled and pushed,

And you are so comfy under Tucker's little tush.

Only lately have you even made a peep,

Your poor, tired wheels have begun to go, "Squeak."

While we hope you have many more miles to go,

There will come a time when your wheels will just say, "No."

When that time comes we will say a sad goodbye,

To our dear, dear companion with a tear and a sigh.

Oh stroller, oh stroller, you have been with us on all our adventures and quests,

Oh stroller of ours you are better than all the rest!

Oh stroller, oh stroller,

So glad we know ya.

(No, I am not drunk.)

Bitter and Sweet

I have a little bit of time to myself this morning. This is a time to be treasured. I am sitting in Starbucks sipping my favourite drink and watching the people walk through the harbour. I am sure most of the people I see are business people on lunch break or tourists, but there are also groups of school children as well.  Here the children have been in school for a stretch of almost 10 weeks now and will be having a break soon. School goes year round here with breaks throughout the year.  This time of year, everyone back home is gearing up for the start of the new school year.

Back home this time of year time was always bittersweet for me.  Bitter because the summer was coming to an end and the days of sleeping in and sitting in the sunshine were through. Sweet because I was once again united with my dear teaching friends, Fall was on its way (that means Halloween and my birthday folks!) and, yes, new school supplies arrived.

Yes, you read that right new school supplies. At the end of each school year we always received a chunk of money to order supplies for the new school year- markers, pencils, notebooks, paints, books, poster and other classroom supplies. What fun it is to look through the school supply catalogs and pick out new things for the next year.  As summer rolled along, I always forgot about those supplies.  But in the meantime, the supplies had been ordered and delivered and waited for me when I returned to my classroom for the new school year.

In late August all the teachers slowly returned to the classrooms to prepare for the coming year and to open those wonderful boxes. It was like Christmas/Hanukkah in August! I would tear open the boxes and spread the contents on the empty tables which would soon seat my students.  I would organise, sort, label, and put them in their proper places. New books went on the bookshelf.  New notebooks, binders and workbooks were labeled and put in the student's cubbies.  Posters and other decorations were hung on the walls.  Art supplies were put away for the appropriate time and new pencils were sharpened and put with the new markers in cups on the student tables.

I loved this part of being a teacher. The only thing that was better was being reunited with my fellow teachers.  We would share stories of our summer adventures, listen to the latest school gossip and go out for long lunches and leisurely walks around the campus. We definitely spent more time chatting than working, but the comaraderie it established set the tone for the whole school year to come. For these were the people that would love and support you when a student was trying or a parent lost their temper with you. These were the people you would celebrate the happy times with and they were the people who heard your saddest stories. These were the friends that always had treats in their desk to share and would gladly watch your students for you while you ran to the copy machine or bathroom. These were the people you could talk to about the latest issues in education and what happened on Grey's Anatomy the night before. These people became you friends for life.

So on this day as I sit here remembering this bittersweet time of year, I will say thank you- thank you to Lara, Jenny, Malia, MaryBeth, Myriam, Karen, Carol, Christine, Catherine, and Mindy for sharing so many moments with me throughout the years.  Thank you to Jen- even though we didn't ever teach together- thanks for being my pregnant-freaky mom-first-child-teaching friend. A special thank you to Malia for the best teaching year ever with you as my partner. Sorry about that whole pregnancy crabby time. :)Thank you to Betsy, my inspirational teaching friend from college. And thank you to Anne for being an amazing teacher to my Cooper and for letting me do your bulletin boards. :) You all are amazing, amazing people and teachers who give so much of yourself to many, many lucky children.

Bitter and Sweet

I have a little bit of time to myself this morning. This is a time to be treasured. I am sitting in Starbucks sipping my favourite drink and watching the people walk through the harbour. I am sure most of the people I see are business people on lunch break or tourists, but there are also groups of school children as well.  Here the children have been in school for a stretch of almost 10 weeks now and will be having a break soon. School goes year round here with breaks throughout the year.  This time of year, everyone back home is gearing up for the start of the new school year.

Back home this time of year time was always bittersweet for me.  Bitter because the summer was coming to an end and the days of sleeping in and sitting in the sunshine were through. Sweet because I was once again united with my dear teaching friends, Fall was on its way (that means Halloween and my birthday folks!) and, yes, new school supplies arrived.

Yes, you read that right new school supplies. At the end of each school year we always received a chunk of money to order supplies for the new school year- markers, pencils, notebooks, paints, books, poster and other classroom supplies. What fun it is to look through the school supply catalogs and pick out new things for the next year.  As summer rolled along, I always forgot about those supplies.  But in the meantime, the supplies had been ordered and delivered and waited for me when I returned to my classroom for the new school year.

In late August all the teachers slowly returned to the classrooms to prepare for the coming year and to open those wonderful boxes. It was like Christmas/Hanukkah in August! I would tear open the boxes and spread the contents on the empty tables which would soon seat my students.  I would organise, sort, label, and put them in their proper places. New books went on the bookshelf.  New notebooks, binders and workbooks were labeled and put in the student's cubbies.  Posters and other decorations were hung on the walls.  Art supplies were put away for the appropriate time and new pencils were sharpened and put with the new markers in cups on the student tables.

I loved this part of being a teacher. The only thing that was better was being reunited with my fellow teachers.  We would share stories of our summer adventures, listen to the latest school gossip and go out for long lunches and leisurely walks around the campus. We definitely spent more time chatting than working, but the comaraderie it established set the tone for the whole school year to come. For these were the people that would love and support you when a student was trying or a parent lost their temper with you. These were the people you would celebrate the happy times with and they were the people who heard your saddest stories. These were the friends that always had treats in their desk to share and would gladly watch your students for you while you ran to the copy machine or bathroom. These were the people you could talk to about the latest issues in education and what happened on Grey's Anatomy the night before. These people became you friends for life.

So on this day as I sit here remembering this bittersweet time of year, I will say thank you- thank you to Lara, Jenny, Malia, MaryBeth, Myriam, Karen, Carol, Christine, Catherine, and Mindy for sharing so many moments with me throughout the years.  Thank you to Jen- even though we didn't ever teach together- thanks for being my pregnant-freaky mom-first-child-teaching friend. A special thank you to Malia for the best teaching year ever with you as my partner. Sorry about that whole pregnancy crabby time. :)Thank you to Betsy, my inspirational teaching friend from college. And thank you to Anne for being an amazing teacher to my Cooper and for letting me do your bulletin boards. :) You all are amazing, amazing people and teachers who give so much of yourself to many, many lucky children.

Just Another Monday

Today was just another Monday down here. Coop had a swim lesson and we played for a bit in the park. Here are a few photos.

Cook and Phillip YMCA

Tucker and his stick

Coop in his new swim shirt

rocket arms

kick, kick, kick

Cooper and teacher Noel

the pool at the YMCA

Tucker using the binoculars. He says, "Cheese" as he looks
through them!

The boys eating some yogurt