Another late blog post. Father's Day weekend was very busy for me and my family. There was an added significance beyond it being a holiday because my wife and daughter left for several weeks vacation right after the weekend.
The weekend started with an email from the DOE about my daughter's kindergarten. We'd been waiting to hear where she'd be going next year and were surprised to find out she'd gotten into NEST+M on the Lower East Side. Its a great school, a bit of a hassle for the commute until we get the bus situation figured out, and pretty much total stroke of luck. It also meant we had to register her on the same day she was leaving, so a little more hecticness in an already busy weekend.
On Saturday I took my daughter out east to my parents place. On the train she read with me quite a bit. I read with my daughter a lot and the last week or so I'd noticed a change in how she read. All of a sudden she went from reading a few words at a time to reading in sentences. She was next to me reading Green Eggs and Ham, reading at the same pace as she normally speaks and I was just so glad that I was able to be there for it.
While my daughter has my love for reading, she also has my love for video games, which has worsened while she's been on vacation and away from her regular distractions. On one hand I do see some benefit, she mostly plays puzzle games or art games. However, the approach she takes to getting what she wants is lousy and the way she can keep playing for an extended period of time without a break if she isn't supervised is troublesome. Games have their benefits but there needs to be some balance.
Back to the weekend. On Sunday, we had a piano recital for my daughter. She's been taking lessons from my friend Jules for a while now. He's done a fantastic job and it was really cool being able to have family and friends together for the recital. It was a busy day, a long ride home and a late night.
The next day was even busier. Between work, making sure bags were packed, getting everyone to the airport on time and finally getting home well after midnight it was exhausting. The apartment was empty, it wasn't home. Its a week later and its still doesn't feel like home.