Evan According To His Teacher

Got this Progress Report Card Comment Sheet from Evan’s folder yesterday together with his report card:
“Evan is fun, lively and playful! He enjoys having a good time and has a gentle nature. He is intelligent. Evan understands the material covered in class and knows how to incorporate it. He enjoys reading and treasure books. It has been a joy to watch Evan grow and develop this year. I am very pleased with his progress. He easily recognizes the sounds and names of the alphabet. Evan is doing well and working at grade level in math. He makes friends easily and is very popular in class. He likes to play with other kids and independently. He is always respectful to me and other adults in school. He is truly a delight and I love having him in class. Spanish Acquisition: Follows simple oral directions/commands, uses short sentences and isolated words. He follows directions in content areas.” – Mrs. C

And I was a bit worried that having him do spanish immersion wouldn’t be the right thing for him, turns out we didn’t have to be concerned about it =)

Mommy and daddy are so proud of you son! You have been such a trooper at doing extended homework sessions the past couple of months and our daily piano lessons. You constantly amaze me at how quickly you absorb things like a sponge especially your newfound love for math (“I want to do more mom!” -E). Keep up the good work. Love you so much.

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A Couple Of Doodles

I miss doodling. The funny thing, I am convinced that if I didn’t work as an artist or studied fine arts – I probably have more paintings and drawings, I would have probably been more prolific. It’s ironic really. Why? I think it has to do with taking art too seriously because of having to live up to the title of being an artist, having higher standards, being more critical that it ceases to be just something one enjoys doing. It’s difficult to just enjoy the process because there will always be some changes needed to the end product.

But yesterday I needed to doodle. Evan had a birthday party to attend to and I just forgot about the gift wrapper or gift bag. I hate buying those because they usually cost around $3-$4 and the celebrant could hardly care about it. It’s $4 thrown away. And there’s the birthday card too. I usually buy the cheapest ones at $1. However, I found old tissue paper which I used to wrap the toy box. For the card, since I didn’t like the idea of going to the store just for that, I remembered a lot of handmade birthday cards (made by children) at previous parties that I thought I thought, hey why not make it instead. Sometimes I forget what I can do.  I usually have cardstock lying around and Evan has hundreds of markers. So this is how it turned out:

Evan was only too excited to write inside it (he recently discovered the joy of writing a few days ago). When we arrived at the party, we just placed the gift inside the box but it caught the birthday celebrant’s mom’s eyes. She loved it.

Which gave me another idea. The next day was Evan’s teacher’s birthday. I was thinking having Evan give her a chocolate rose but I ended up making this instead:

People usually spend money to have caricatures drawn of themselves, so I am hoping she will like this. The boy is Evan of course. It was Evan’s idea to include his Cars hat. He was impatient to give it to her this morning but I told him to wait until they were in the classroom.

I should be doodling some more. I forgot how fun it could be.

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Hosting Our First Thanksgiving

Since Tom has a big family,  around 30 members and with our place being small, I didn’t think we will be hosting Thanksgiving. Not to mention cooking that dreaded turkey! But we did this year. I also figured that since half of the family members can’t come, it’d be an opportunity for me to practice.

The Thanksgiving wreath I made using stuff I bought from Salvations army (wreath and fruits), crafts from Michaels (pine cones, glitter and ribbons) and fallen leaves Evan helped me pick up from around the neighborhood.

The cooking part was not too bad, really. In fact I had a beautifully cooked turkey complete with garnish which I had wished I had taken a picture of but was too shy to do with guests looking on. If there were things I would do differently was to cook it an hour later (it was cooked early partly because I had always thought our oven was 30 minutes delayed everytime I bake whole chicken) and omit garlic salt on the skin since I had brined the turkey.

Crumbs and croutons from bread for the stuffing and graham cracker crumbs for the pumpkin pie crust.

What was hard was the shopping for extra plates, bowls, accessories and ingredients. It took me a week to assemble everything. By the time Thanksgiving came, I didn’t want to step inside a store anymore. I had probably visited 14 stores in all (Target, Pier One, Walmart, Asian market, filipino store, 2 Albertson’s,  Michael’s, Ikea, World Market, Whole Foods, Krogers, Marshall’s, Trader Joe’s). I was telling Tom, of all the holiday parties he volunteered hosting, he had to choose the most traditional one that would require a Turkey, turkey platter, turkey roasting stuff, gravy boats etc. – something we would probably use once a year, granting his other siblings don’t host it in the coming years.

I traveled 6 miles to get this lemongrass for the turkey.

But Thanksgiving is probably good too, because during Christmas time, for one thing, there would be gifts to contend with which would without exaggeration would take up half of our living room.

Another tricky thing about Thanksgiving is that it has to have it own decor. Like a lot of americans, Tom’s family is pretty traditional that it is a major faux pas if Christmas decors are used for Thanksgiving. I never had decorated during Thanksgiving before so I had to come up with a few accents for the occasion.

Evan helping me make graham cracker crumbs for the pumpkin pie.

It occurred to me to buy the food already cooked but I wanted the experience of cooking traditional Thanksgiving food, yep including the daunting turkey. But as a precaution we also had baked ham on the menu just in case of a turkey fail. For appetizers I made lumpia shanghai (filipino springrolls), cheese & crackers platter. For side dishes I cooked stuffing, mashed potatoes, habichuelas (my family recipe made of northern beans and chorizo bilbao), salad greens, with the cranberry sauce and gravy. For dessert I baked fluffy pumpkin pie, made filipino buko (young coconut) fruit salad and my sister-in-law brought cupcakes, cookies and date bars.

Cooking the habichuelas.

For next Thanksgiving I would just buy ready cooked mashed potatoes and stuffings. They were too much trouble, plus I never knew what a stuffing are supposed to taste like since I never liked them – just some mushy bread crumbs. Unless, I experiment with a non-traditional recipe. However, the cranberry sauce turned out to be really good – have to say it was the best I tasted, it went perfectly with the buttery mashed potatoes.

Cooking the cranberries.

Except for the turkey, I cooked everything the day before and what a difference it makes having clean kitchen! When it was time to clear out the table to make room for desserts, we had an almost empty counter to put them. Also we didn’t need coolers for the drinks because the fridge wasn’t overflowing.

Filipino buko (young coconut) salad.

It was probably my most well prepared party. Still there is room for improvement. I have figured out a way how to warm up food. After the turkey is done, I have 30 minutes to get everything to the table. So an hour before food should be taken out of the fridge. Once the turkey is out warming up can begin using the microwave, then transferred to the oven set in low heat (covered in foil) while other dishes are still in the microwave since microwaved food cool down pretty fast. Of course, there is the pot for dishes like stew.

The nice thing about having a party in a small place like ours is that, everybody get to stay and chat in one room. The teen-agers who usually have their own clique and go to another room to fiddle with their iPhones or play video games, stayed in the dining room to join the conversation. I even remarked to Tom that nobody was even watching tv. Which was remarkable and a nice change.

I was told by my guests that they loved the food and can’t wait to come back for our next Thanksgiving. It was exhausting, and there were mornings prior I thought I couldn’t get up because I was so tired but I honestly am looking forward to doing it again.

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Reading Steve Jobs

I couldn’t believe my luck when I found this laying on the library chair on the most wanted section. “Most Wanted” books can not be reserved, can only be borrowed for 7 days and is a first come first served basis. After making sure that nobody else has a claim to it, I immediately checked it out.The only problem with reading this Steve Jobs official biography meant going through almost 600 pages. The last time I’ve read a book that thick was “Obama: The Promise” by Jonathan Alter, a year ago. But the Steve Jobs book was just as engaging as the Obama book and a page turner just like the The Girl With The Dragon Tatoo et. al. trilogy.

While reading the book I vacillated between being appalled by Jobs extreme rudeness to his employees and being awestruck by his brilliance. As someone who just recently started playing with the iLife apps, as someone who has been impressed at the ease of use of these together with other apple gadgets, the connectivity I enjoyed the back story of how it was developed and how Jobs was really, despite being the CEO, had a large role in all these, in the tiniest details (e.g. no power buttons). I have also been frustrated with the hassle it involved if mixed with none Apple products e.g. iTunes on my PC and how you can only view photos in Quicktime if iTunes is installed but the book made me understand how it was important for Jobs that hardware and software should be tightly meshed together to be more user friendly.

It’s funny how the frontrunners of the computer giants do not have normal personalities. It has been theorised that Steve Jobs is schizophrenic (he is either extremely nice to people when he needs something or extremely insulting to others) while Bill Gates has some type of Asperger’s. I think Apple wouldn’t be where it is now without Steve Jobs brutality because dispensing with niceness or compassion for other people’s feelings have made him keep only the best people who was as motivated as he was, there was no room for politics between departments (which was the downfall of Sony who could have pioneered their own iTunes store and iPods) and fighting with powerful board members who most of the time would rather play it safe and put profits first.

No doubt Steve Jobs was a creative and marketing genius, I would have given an arm for the opportunity to witness him work but it also made me ask would I have worked for him granting I had the talent and skill to be on his creative team? Sadly no. I have low tolerance for rudeness and insensitivity. And I also treasure time with my family. Steve Jobs tried his best to be a good father and husband but reading the book I came to the conclusion that Apple and its products were his first priorities and love.

I was very surprised how much I enjoyed reading this book, even the history about the computing world and all it’s players considering I am not a very techy person, but the writer did a marvelous job at putting it all together. However, when I was at Walmart and saw Steve Job’s book displayed, I couldn’t help but wonder what Jobs would have thought of that considering image was so important to him when it comes to his products.

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The $60 Grain Of Sand

It was supposed to be a pleasant afternoon, having a mild weather on November is always a treat. So when Evan asked me if he could play in the school playground for a short while after I picked him up, I thought, sure why not. The weather will turn in a day or two and I will look back then feel guilty of having denied him this precious time outdoors during the cold season.

I watched my 5 year old run around the playground equipment for a few minutes, chasing and being chased by friends. Then he stepped into a sandbox to chat with his 6 year old classmate. I turned my head to chat with another mom when the next thing I knew there was loud crying. It was Evan. His classmate just threw sand on his face. Lots of them. As Evan described it to me later it got to his eyes, nose, throat and ears.

I carried Evan to the school building to wash them off. I first tried the toilet in his classroom. I wiped the sand from his face, carefully around his eyes. I gently pried opened his lower left eyelid and saw a cluster of sand sticking on it. Since there wasn’t any container, I cupped water in my hand under the faucet and told my son to blink his eyes on it, something I learned from my mom. There wasn’t any improvement.

I remembered that they had a nurse in his school. I carried him towards the center of the building but unfortunately I was informed by the school personnel that the nurse left already. One of the ladies helped. She lead us to the teacher’s lounge, got a cup, told Evan to lie on the coach and poured water on his one eyes two times. She told him that her father was a doctor, a brain surgeon, so she’s familiar when it comes to dealing with patients. She advised me to get him in a shower as soon as we got home.

There was another problem, because it was such a nice day, I had thought that it would be an opportunity for me and Evan to walk so I didn’t bring my car with me. That meant walking home for almost a mile in his state. By this time Evan was not crying but still couldn’t open his eyes. I felt I was the luckiest parent that I was able to cajole him into walking blindly because there was no way I could manage carrying him all the way home. After half the first block, Evan pretended it was a game and was actually enjoying himself, skipping on the sidewalk cracks and intersections I would warn him beforehand while doing some chants (words I can not now remember) with both of his eyes still closed. As we arrived home, I saw his best friend outside the building and that motivated him to open his eyes. Was I so glad to finally see his irises.

I thought it was over. He read the stack of books I just borrowed from the library, we did our homeworks, did his math online games. But before going to bed he complained of sand in his eyes again. He wasn’t bluffing. His eyes were again red and had tears in them. Since it was late for him, I decided that it might be better if he slept it off as I normally would, and hope that tears would wash it off in the morning. After I had put him to bed I called the nurse just to be sure and was told that I did all the right things, let him sleep for the night and if there was still a problem the next morning, have Evan see the doctor.

The Next Day
Evan woke up and complained that his eye still hurts. I once again poured into his eyes water from a cup and an hour later Evan told me that the sand was gone. So I took him to school. Fortunately, I was volunteering that day in his class at around 1:30 and as soon as I observed him watching a slideshow, squinting his eyes, tilting his heard to look at the screen I knew that he wasn’t alright. I immediately called to make an appointment and was very relieved to find out that his pediatrician will be able to see him in 45 minutes.

It turned out that Evan had to see two doctors that afternoon, in different suburbs at that. His pediatrician couldn’t spot the sand. He and the nurse even sounded skeptical that it was there, but Evan was quite firm in saying that the sand was still under the top eyelid that it hurts when he blinks his eyes. His pediatrician said that he has observed Evan to be extra sensitive to (his pen) light and that he needed to go to an eye specialist who could check on him using a special light. Right there in front of me the doctor called the eye specialist and it was a relief to learn that not only could he see me but he was in the clinic only 4 miles away instead of the other one which was more than 10 miles. But we had to be there before 4 o’clock. Our pediatrician said over the phone that we will be there right away.

I resisted the urge to drive like a mad woman. I was only glad that over the summer I had driven that route almost everyday because of Evan’s sports camp so I was very familiar with the area, knew which streets to avoid and where the good shortcuts were. We got there with a lot of time to spare despite the fully packed parking garage and the long walk from the garage to the hospital building.

Evan passed the eye check with flying colors. To my relief, his vision was still perfect. I marveled at how confident Evan sounded when he was interviewed by the nurse and doctor. And yes, with the use of the special light and eye drop that would illuminate any foreign body they spotted the culprit. The doctor used a swab to removed the tiniest speck of sand from Evan eyelid. The eye specialist was so amazed at how cooperative and calm Evan was throughout the whole ideal, especially for his age. He said that Evan was his best patient ever. I may be biased but I believe him. Evan was totally unmoving when the doctor extracted the sand.

The Follow Up
I was told that Evan had a scratched cornea. For his case it didn’t sound too serious since they are expecting it to heal within 24 hours. But just to be sure, the eye specialist wanted to see him in a few days. And we did. Evan was 100% healed. Again, the doctor couldn’t stop being impressed by Evan’s model behavior that he asked me who his pediatrician was. I told the doctor his name. “Well, he’s very lucky,” was his reply.

And why $60? That’s for the three doctor’s visits. $67 including parking. It irks me how one careless action a 6 year old (in fairness the boy was remorseful) could cost us this money. With that $67 I could have bought a nice scarf and a bag I have been putting off to buy. BUT I am just grateful that Evan still has his “super vision” (as what the sticker says in the photo)  and that it could’ve been a lot worse. And yes, I have told Evan to stay away from sandboxes from now on. I didn’t get any argument there.

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