It’s been a busy week, filled with lots of work, school events, and errands that had to be run at a specific time. All while Albert was traveling for work for part of the week…though him being away meant I was able to dig into some good tv. I’m also lucky I was able to squeeze in an article club meeting (like book club but for articles) and found it to be restorative. The office is closed tomorrow in commemoration of Juneteenth, and I’m looking forward to celebrating in the neighborhood with Finn and then enjoying a fun summer weekend. So far we’ve got a birthday party in the books and some sort of Father’s Day celebration. Can’t wait to see what else we’ll get ourselves into.
Finn leveled up on Saturday! It was very cool to see things click and to see how proud he is of himself. I can’t wait for the time when he can truly swim and we can just let him go wild in the pool.
What a time to be a New Yorker! The city is VIBRATING. There is not a single person who didn’t get wrapped up in all the excitement of the Knicks championship run and win. And when you add on the Puerto Rican Day parade (and festival the day before) AND the World Cup?! Things are nuts around here in the best way.
Today Finn’s class hosted “The Museum of Us,” an exhibition of the work they’ve been doing all year. Each student had an exhibit with books they’ve been working on, their silhouettes, and quilt squares they made. Everything they’ve done has centered on diversity and civil rights – in making their silhouettes, for example, they had to recognize and celebrate their differences; they made a quilt for change and one of the books was an alphabet for justice; another book nurtured empathy by devoting each page to situationally describing what it means to be a good friend. I am awestruck by how these children have grown over the past year. They have become thoughtful, kind little people. I was initially wary about how progressive the school is and anxious about whether or not Finn could handle being the absolute youngest in the class (6-11 months younger than all his classmates), but he has thrived, and I could not be prouder or more grateful for this community.
Peaches to Apples 