It's almost that time of year again...

Clara is still undecided about her Halloween costume (since I nixed the "genie" idea on the grounds that it was too skimpy), but Trevor has decided to be a "Cat Police Officer". He's been making himself badges and nametags, and collecting all of his police type stuff – a walkie talkie, whistle, and carabiner clip with a compass. We'll get to the cat part later.
The writing continues! And, in just a couple of short weeks, words have found their own spaces, and almost everything flows from left to right and top to bottom. This is one of my favorite transformations to watch unfold.

Dr. Clara

After her annual trip to the "Teddy Bear Clinic" with Grammy, Clara decided to open her own clinic. A feverish Trevi was glad to receive a cooling treatment, a couple of bandaids, and a pill (though we suspect it was a placebo).
Though not quite as lucrative a career choice as "pop star", I'd be all for Clara going into medicine.

Go Heroes!

Trevor's soccer games continue to be something less than miraculous displays of athletic prowess, but Trevi's is having a blast.
I don't quite know what I'll do with my Saturday mornings when soccer season ends.
Oh! Maybe I can blog! ;)

Sign, sign everywhere a sign

I knew that Kindergarten would immediately turn Trevi into a writer. I just knew it.

For Clara, writing was something she always felt compelled to do. From the time she was three, everything was labeled. Everything had instructions. She wrote lists. She wrote reminders.
Trevor, on the other hand, never saw the connection between the million thoughts in his head, and the way the printed word could convey them. Now, all of a sudden, he does. Big time. And so the signs have started appearing all over the house.

On the left: "You have to do the password."
On the right: "–> Snuggle place for Trevor and Mummy."

Below: "Trevor's band starts at the afternoon."
Trevi writes with much the same urgency as he makes his inventions, and, at the moment, with little concern for directionality, or worry about whether or not his words overlap. Though he may lack finesse, he definitely writes with purpose. And, do you think I listened to his band, said the password, and snuggled with him in the snuggle place? Yes, I most certainly did.

SF Getaway

One of the good things about starting school in August is that I no longer have to spend Labor Day weekend scrambling to get my classroom ready for the first day. This year, I'd already clocked two full weeks of teaching before the long weekend arrived. And, since Chad and I didn't ever properly celebrate our 11th anniversary, we took a little Labor Day staycation in San Francisco.
We went to a movie, had a picnic in Golden Gate Park, checked out the Conservatory of Flowers, and just walked and walked. Nice.
Note to self: We seriously need to go to the city more often.