Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Hey, who's the monkey here?
84 degrees, a sunny and gorgeous Sunday for going to the zoo with Nicole and Grandpa. She and I liked the monkeys best of all. The orangutans were most playful. They rolled themselves in sheets and climbed around and interacted with little kids on the other side of their glass compound.
This is a statue of the original Phil the Gorilla. I used to visit him when I was Nicole's age. He has since passed away, but Phil was a famous resident at the St. Louis zoo.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! There's no possible way you could have had as much fun today as my students. They played "inside" a rainbow of colored tinsel. They "swam" in it.
The leprechaun left little green footprints and all of his treasure around the room. He even walked on our toilet tissue, the back of the toilet, and peed green! You should have heard the squeals of delight as the children scampered around the room discovering where the leprechaun had been (jumping on the trampoline) and what he left behind.
Sort of a bittersweet day, as this is my final St. Patrick's Day with students. One of my LASTS.
I experienced another of my LASTS at the zoo. We were in the sea lion arena waiting for the show to begin. I reached over for 7 year old Nicole and asked if she wanted me to hold her. She looked around at parents with much younger children and said, NO.
I said, "Could I hold you for just a little while?" Torn between being a big girl and Nana's little girl, she agreed. I snuggled her on my lap, rocked her and said, " I guess this will be the last time you let me hold you and rock you, but I want you to know how much I love you."
As I held back a tear, she said sweetly, "Oh I know you do. You tell me all the time."
Well, brutal honesty is a positive trait, if you ask me.