Blake completed his first homework assignment this weekend.
He took care of Brown Bear for five days. He wrote a story about it, and tomorrow he will share his story with his preschool class.
The assignment was part of a class project based on the Bill Martin Jr.-Eric Carle classic story, "Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See?" Each class member takes a turn taking a stuffed bear puppet home and then adds a page to a class-written book about the bear's adventures.
We had Brown Bear for five days. He went to a basketball game. He did yoga. He learned sign language and played Ants in the Pants. He was very busy.
So was I. We took lots of pictures of Brown Bear. And he was the inspiration for Blakester Boulevard, Blake's new blog.
The blog, of course, is overkill. But we were planning to start one for Blake, anyway. Really.
When I was in college, I had a recurring nightmare about not being able to find my classroom on the day of a final exam. Even now, 15 years post-graduation, whenever I think about going back to school, I have the dream and decide that I really don't want a master's degree.
But in a way, I have gone back to school -- preschool. So it's only appropriate that last night I dreamed this:
I was taking Blake to school. We were in California, and we were riding bikes. Dylan was balancing on my handlebars, having escaped the child seat he was meant to sit in. We were riding and riding. We were lost. We stopped for directions and learned that we were 14 miles away from school. I tried to call my mother to pick us up, but I had no cell phone. Then I realized we had left Brown Bear at home.
Tonight, Brown Bear is sleeping in his bag, with his book, next to the door so we won't forget to take him to school in the morning.
Maybe I should go put that bag in the car now.....
