Fall has come and the white ash next door has dropped its leaves, many of them making their way to our back yard. This photo is actually a week old. After I took it it continued to rain and the children had to find things to do inside. This wasn't a problem because Marcela had picked up tickets to the Children's Museum in Boston and we all rode into the city together. I taught my class and the kids played around the museum.
There was sand to be molded and trucks to be driven around and groceries to be purchased and giant bubbles to be blown and so on and so forth for almost three hours. We all met back at the Alewife station of the Red Line and drove home together along route 2 and 62. The rains continued. On Friday I went to Maxim's pre-school class at the Community School and taught the pre-schoolers some science concepts through story and song. One of the stories I told began, "Once upon a time in the great kingdom of Maynardia there was a very spoiled little princess..." "Hey!" Maxim shouted. I usually tell the story I told with Maxim as the main character, "Not you, honey," I assured her.
It kept raining, water gathered in small but growing puddles in our basement. Bones couldn't get to his litter box. On Saturday I drove to Sandwich for a workshop. It poured. Marcela took the kids under umbrella through the rain downtown to Diana's Dance Zone. Maxim is learning dance steps for the Christmas show they will do at the Middle School auditorium. She likes to practice. Noah is fascinated with trains. He likes us to wait in South Acton for Marcela's train to leave on the mornings that we drop her off. He holds his hand out the window and waves. "Bye train!" He shouts, "Bye train!" He usually gets a wave from one of the conductors. He always asks if we are going to the train when we get in the car. He has a small plastic train set that he plays with in the living room and a conductor's hat that he got from his Grammy. Saturday afternoon, it poured some more.
At the end of the day, just as the sun was going down, the clouds broke at the western horizon. Sun light is like a breath of pure oxygen after ten days of cloud-diffused light. And then, just as quickly, the sun set and the winds came. 45-50 MPH winds all day Sunday. The leaves that had turned by then were all blown from their trees. Sunday night Marcela and I dropped Maxim and Noah at Griffin's house with his parents John and Lisa (bless their hearts) and went out for a Mother's Day (Argentina) dinner. Marcela is a wonderful mother to our children, and we celebrated that fact and talked about the kids and laughed at the joy they bring us every day. We have the mother to thank. Gracias a la mama mas mejor, gracias Marcela, por todo. Te amamos mucho mucho!
Fall has come and the white ash next door has dropped its leaves, many of them making their way to our back yard. This photo is actually a week old. After I took it it continued to rain and the children had to find things to do inside. This wasn't a problem because Marcela had picked up tickets to the Children's Museum in Boston and we all rode into the city together. I taught my class and the kids played around the museum.
There was sand to be molded and trucks to be driven around and groceries to be purchased and giant bubbles to be blown and so on and so forth for almost three hours. We all met back at the Alewife station of the Red Line and drove home together along route 2 and 62. The rains continued. On Friday I went to Maxim's pre-school class at the Community School and taught the pre-schoolers some science concepts through story and song. One of the stories I told began, "Once upon a time in the great kingdom of Maynardia there was a very spoiled little princess..." "Hey!" Maxim shouted. I usually tell the story I told with Maxim as the main character, "Not you, honey," I assured her. 
It kept raining, water gathered in small but growing puddles in our basement. Bones couldn't get to his litter box. On Saturday I drove to Sandwich for a workshop. It poured. Marcela took the kids under umbrella through the rain downtown to Diana's Dance Zone. Maxim is learning dance steps for the Christmas show they will do at the Middle School auditorium. She likes to practice. Noah is fascinated with trains. He likes us to wait in South Acton for Marcela's train to leave on the mornings that we drop her off. He holds his hand out the window and waves. "Bye train!" He shouts, "Bye train!" He usually gets a wave from one of the conductors. He always asks if we are going to the train when we get in the car. He has a small plastic train set that he plays with in the living room and a conductor's hat that he got from his Grammy. Saturday afternoon, it poured some more. 
At the end of the day, just as the sun was going down, the clouds broke at the western horizon. Sun light is like a breath of pure oxygen after ten days of cloud-diffused light. And then, just as quickly, the sun set and the winds came. 45-50 MPH winds all day Sunday. The leaves that had turned by then were all blown from their trees. Sunday night Marcela and I dropped Maxim and Noah at Griffin's house with his parents John and Lisa (bless their hearts) and went out for a Mother's Day (Argentina) dinner. Marcela is a wonderful mother to our children, and we celebrated that fact and talked about the kids and laughed at the joy they bring us every day. We have the mother to thank. Gracias a la mama mas mejor, gracias Marcela, por todo. Te amamos mucho mucho!
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