Tuesday, March 29, 2016

6.11 or, Cozy January

Dear Corbin,

This month, you started chess lessons, after school on Mondays.  You got interested when Mrs. Scully offered to teach kids at recess.  We had played a few times using a little chess set that Uncle Alex got many years ago.  So when the flyer came home from school, I asked if you were interested, and we signed you up.  We'll see if you like it.  I hope that you do; it's a useful game to know.

We got your report card for first semester.  You seem to be doing fine.  You measure at mid- or end-of-year on everything except subtraction facts up to 20.  Your handwriting wouldn't win any awards right now, and your spelling is atrocious, but you're doing better and better at reading.  Mrs. Scully seems to approve of your classroom behavior, which is generous of her since you're still quite squirrelly at times.  It's always good to hear that your teachers think you are doing well.

We finally got some cool weather.  You got out some fleecy, long sleeved, pajamas for yourself one night.  You've been wearing them every night since then.  They have a button up top, which is a new thing for you.  I asked you what you like so much about them, and you said they were cozier than your other pjs.  You've also been sleeping in your knitted socks from Grandma Maria.  One night you couldn't find them.  You said "I can't sleep without my socks!"

Me: The ones from Maria? You really like them, don't you?
You: They're fuzzy and comfy.
Me: You know she made those especially for you.
You: Like...with her hands?!
Me: Yep, with her own hands.


You were very impressed.  It made me laugh.

You and Dad took your telescope outside to look at the full moon this month.  It was pretty chilly.  I'd like to do some planet viewing, but it's also been pretty overcast.  Dad feels like you'll have to get out of the city to really get any good views of anything.  Hopefully, you can do some star gazing this summer.

We were supposed to go to Big Bear this month and play in the snow with the Jorgenson's, but instead, Dad had to go to China.  So that put an end to that plan.  Which was not really so terrible, since the boots that I ordered for you, and the snowpants that I ordered for Miriam, didn't fit and had to be sent back.  We'll go in February instead.

We had a visit from my Aunt Irene, Cousin Sharon and Cousin Kimberly, from Grandpa Lam's side of the family.  They came out to spend some time in the sun, and came up to see us and the new house.  Aunt Irene brought an old photograph with her, to be returned to my Uncle Lee.  We don't have an address for him, but we have an address for one of his sons.  It's a photograph from the early 1950's, maybe, when Uncle Lee was in some kind of confirmation class, we think.  It's always interesting to me to see these old photos.  Uncle Lee and Grandpa Lam looked pretty alike as children, so it's rather like looking at a picture of him, too.  Someday you'll look back at photos of us, and maybe try to figure out the dates.  Although, lucky for you, you'll have Grandma's awesome scrapbooks to help you out.  And maybe these posts, too, assuming they don't get deleted when the machines rise up to take over the earth.

Love,
Mom



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