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The gross out weekend. First Jindal, now this.

As I left the kids’ room after giving Will a good-nap kiss, I walked a little too close to the right side of the door frame. The majority of my foot went left, through the door. The little toe missed — it went right, as it direct turn, spread, and SLAM into the corner of the frame. I’m pretty darn sure I heard a distinct *crack,* like the sound of splitting balsa wood. Not wanting to upset Will (i.e.: give him an excuse for getting out of bed), I hopped into our bedroom and announced, “I may have broken my toe.”

Just then, the phone rang. It was a family I have helped out with translation and other tasks for over a year — she was at the Zoo, trying to find the Children’s Hospital because her twin baby boys wear very sick and could I come help? I told her to stay put; I was on my way. I figured the toe would be fine and I slipped on my trusty 7+ year old clogs and limped out the door.

The boys were sick. Mom had tried to take them to the doctor on Friday, but she couldn’t communicate well enough with the doctor’s office to get them seen. There is no “on call” with this clinic where she can reach a pediatrician to ask what to do; so after a few days of treating a 103 temp with Motrin, she decided to go to the ER. I have no idea how Children’s deals with Spanish speaking patients and families, because if anyone there had even a word of Spanish, I didn’t see them and no one made them known. (I can get the job done… but I’m in no way fluent… I heard myself ask, “When you give birth, how many weeks pregnant?” and had to stop myself from groaning at my own limitations. It speaks to the desperation of our need for bilingual professionals when one must rely on gringa me to get good medical care! But more on that in another post.) It was about 2 1/2 hours in the hospital with them, and at some point I looked at my toe — which was aching non-stop, causing me to limp worse and worse, and clearly swelling in my shoe. Big, swollen, purple. Ouch.

If you’re easily grossed out, forgive me. I seek advice.

Is this thing broken?
It looks much more purple in real life (big flash) — and the purple is a stripe across the toe. But I can move it. I can spread it wide (the same direction it went in the door frame, I think) and curl it a bit (this hurts after I do it but not so much while I’m doing it). Walking is very uncomfortable. Standing is okay if I don’t put weight on it. While I can’t pretend I didn’t hear a *crack,* when I hit the door frame, I don’t think it’s broken (if it was, wouldn’t it be impossible to bend?) At least, I really really really don’t want to believe it is. I want this to go away quickly.
How can I do standing poses in Yoga?? Even some inversions could be out of the question. And seriously, I need my Iyengar right now, baby. Especially since walking in the morning, something we’ve been lax on due to our recent sleepless nights, is currently out. We don’t have a primary care doctor here (I know, I know, if I could only find someone that comes with a good recommendation in our system) so this might be an ER thing if I need an X-ray. In other words, I really want to feel like I *have* to go. There are actual people here with problems bigger than a little toe… I feel silly trying to make this a priority. So would you get this seen, or just wait it out a few days and see what happens?

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On the fence

It’s the eve before our election and I’m trying to make final voting decisions, something I’ve been putting off for weeks. There’s the no-brainer choices (Abramson, Quinn, Landrieu) and then the rest… a sea of repeats, recycles, and at least one completely ridiculous. The most depressing is the race for Governor. Have you seen these guys? They’re like the weird uncles you try to avoid at family gatherings. I’m trying to decide between Campbell (wet noodle) and Boasso (ole’ St. Bernard blow-hard) — I’ve just seen way too much skin on Georges to ever consider him a true candidate (his politics are so awful I don’t even want to go there), and Jindal? Puhleeze. I’d vote for Satan himself before even thinking of casting a ballot for Jindal (not that it would matter, as they are essentially the same).

I’m surprised at some of the difficulty of finding information on the candidates. The League of Women Voters has been the most useful resource. Every time I have to google a candidate to find out about them, my desire to vote for them goes down… this should be easier. It is also interesting that my “sample ballet” given by the Sec of State gives incorrect information regarding the candidates in our precinct (we noticed this last time, too).

One of the interesting options involves the spot for Councilmember-at-Large. Virginia Boulet, who I’m loved in the 2006 race for Mayor, is a candidate. After she was out of the running for Mayor, she endorsed Nagin (*shutter*) and took a position in his cabinet. And then disappeared. I’ve heard that she became disenchanted with the Mayor (duh!) and stepped out in protest, but still, it gives concern. That said, voting for her was the happiest ballot I’ve ever cast. The other candidate (at least, that I am considering) seems nice and honest (although vague), but I kinda want to give Boulet another shot. Maybe it’s my soft spot for RPCV’s.

Still, I am thrilled with the prospects of change and so excited to be in a place where people really are thinking about local elections. Even if the candidates aren’t so exciting, the time and place definitely are.

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Brass Knockers

I’ve got to hand it to those Audubon Place folks. They have got some serious audacity. It was one thing to private-jet-and-helicopter elite Israeli mercenaries to guard their estates while fellow citizen drown after the storm. It was a crazy time, right? Who can really think clearly in a disaster?

But this class-action lawsuit regarding the increase in tax assessments? Where the original plaintiffs are two regular folks masking the interests of these private-drive, jet-flying, guarded aristocrats? In a law suit concocted by an inside friend, with connections all through the Louisiana political system and previous tax assessor dynasty? Wow. And I thought I was bold. Especially since one of the neighbor’s hasn’t gotten the message that the homes on the street are really only worth the $1.1-2.1 million claimed in the previous assessments.

As a 6th District resident and homeowner, I’d like to put it on the record that this “class-action” lawsuit in no way represents me. Class action… as if!

However confusing some of the names and connections are to get straight, the article is a very interesting read into the ever-more-exposed underbelly of Louisiana money and privilege.

My favorite part is how Nancy Marshall is so tactfully dealing with the ridiculous suit:

Smith noted that Marshall more or less conceded her methodology was different than that of other assessors in a letter she wrote to him after he filed the suit.

“I did try to get the other assessors to use MLS date, as well as data from the UNO Appraisal Board, to provide adequate information about square footage and other pertinent information,” Marshall’s letter states in part. “However, my fellow assessors were not interested.”

The letter, dated Aug. 17, concludes: “I look forward to defending this lawsuit and taking the depositions of your named plaintiffs and all others involved in bringing this suit.”

Ha. I’d love to see those depositions. Question 1: How much is your home insured for? If things really are turning around in this city, this is a case that won’t last long.

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Painting Crackers

A few days before Will was born, I finished a painting that now hangs in the kids’ room above Kate’s crib.
I was really into making “birth art” during my first pregnancy and this painting was suppose to be a series of two pieces — the second one never got started because Will came early — inspired a bit by Pieta-ish motherly love and based on the work of the whimsical artist, Nancy Thomas. (Whom I never should have googled to find a weblink. Oye! Those plaques! So great!)
This piece is still my most favorite painting. When I look at it, I think of how I felt painting it… I remember my picturing myself holding my little baby and felt great anticipation for how that moment would feel. In short, it is a very sentimental and important thing to me.

So you can imagine how I felt when Will told me that Kate calls the painting “MaMa.” Sure enough, she toddles back, points up her little finger and says “MaMa” right to the painting.

It is important that she induces these moments of unbelievable, unimaginable heart-swelling joy. Particularly because there are other moments, like when Mommy has to do something important. Like blink. And this happens:
Do you see the mini-rice cakes — each with one bite out of them — spread all over the floor? The water can? It’s out there as a crushing device. And to push crackers under the ice maker.Sticky rice cakes on her butt. Crazy Kate.

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Double Shot Under the Big Top

Thanks to Emmy for the invite and to the thoughtfulness of a friend who comped us the tickets, we enjoyed Oshner’s Double Shot Under the Big Top Children’s Health Center fund raiser. Emmy brought Ana and I brought Will — making it a special night out with Mommy for our big kids. We met up with other friends (Emmy’s neighbor, Georgia, who is the owner of The Bead Shop, and her daughter Amaya, who is about the same age as Kate).

Ana and Will are great friends and watching them was a delight. For example, when Ana was scared to go alone down the big slide, Will climbed up and held her hand for the trip down.
Strong man and bathing beauty. This was set up over by the dunking booths, where Will was obsessed with wanting to “dunk someone.” I told him that it was a real bummer we’d forgotten to bring Daddy, because he would have LOVED being dunked.
There were several jugglers and street performers. Both Will and Ana held the spinning plate.

Photography aside: I used the 24mm lens that my Mom washed (three times) in the washing machine when it returned from the Grand Canyon wrapped up in Dad’s clothes. Amazingly, the lens works — and it works well! It’s a bit clunkier in auto-focus, but still faster than I would have thought. Manual works fine (with kids around, I often use auto because they move so much — otherwise, I prefer manual). Although it seemed very sensitive to exposure and gave a lot of flare in different situations. This may also be a bit of user error because I’m experimenting more with exposure after playing around with this during sunset shots with Matt. Because I don’t really have any time to set up shots in this type of setting, I didn’t get any of Will with the plate properly exposed. Bummer, because one of them is really cool. But I did get some cute shots of Ana. (I pixelated this one a bit to get some more subject focus — the result of me having trouble with auto focus.)
In addition to the inflatables and performers, there were 5 huge inflatables, a silent auction (we all put in for a variety of stuff but got outbid at the last second), jewelry making (the kids made key chains), t-shirt decorating (Will’s is Very Will, in that most things are completely colored all in black), cookie decorating, and a TON of seriously great food from local restaurants. All free!

Radio Disney was there and had a dance-a-thon, hula-hoop contests, and group dancing. Ana and Will were mesmerized.
Then Ana started to pick up some of the moves.

After dancing, they decided they wanted to go back to the Big Slide (see it in the background, behind the stilt walker?) That was when Will made his move:
(He was very sweetly helping her down from the curb, as Emmy and I stood behind giggling.)

And off they go!

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Pumpkins on the Porch

Friday night, after they got home from school. Our pumpkins.




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Hooray for New Orleans!

And Hooray for the American Planning Association for recognizing one of our city’s jewels.

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We don’t need no education?

A few years back, before the storm, I remember going into a professor’s office for a meeting and seeing her with worry-lines etched into her stressed face. “Think it’s tough working to get into Grad School?” she asked me. “Just wait until you’re facing school rejections for your 5-year old kid.”

When I interviewed for PhD programs, the faculty I would have worked with at Chapel Hill told me point blank to not go to Chapel Hill. “Go to Tulane,” she said. “Go there, while your kids are young, before they’re in school. That way, you have options to move elsewhere for a post-doc or junior faculty position when your kids are school age.”

Suffice to say, school issues have been on our minds long before we moved here. Long before the storm. Long before our involvement with pre-school education and related nonprofits. A big reason to move to New Orleans when we did was, in fact, to avoid the difficult choices and painful processes of finding a school — and avoid having to shell out big bucks for it. We never really intended on staying here forever. We had no idea we would love it so much.

Paul and I are both public school kids. Tulane is the only private school I’ve ever attended and to my knowledge, Paul has never attended a private school. Until recently, the strength of schools were real estate questions, not ones that we thought about in the intimate sense of making one a part of our daily lives.

Will is reaching a cross roads where Paul and I have to start making choices — and fast. He has two more years (this current year and one more following) before starting Kindergarten. This means he could be at Abeona for two more years — except that the majority (if not all) of his classmates will have moved on to pre-K programs run by their elementary schools of choice. Getting into a pre-K program helps guarantee a slot in the Kindergarten and beyond, so getting in early is encouraged. The problem is, which school?

One glimmer of benefit in the mess that is primary education in this city are the opportunities for bilingual education. As a family that has lived abroad (and intends to again live) in countries where English is not the primary language, we strongly value this. Perhaps above all else, even if “all else” is compromised in the pursuit of language. However, we would naturally chose Spanish as the immersion language for our kids… but most of the immersion programs in NOLA are French immersion (we don’t speak a word of French.) Yet, we don’t necessarily see that as a huge drawback. (Actually, what we would really like to do is find a Spanish-speaker who can teach us French in Spanish. That way, we could practice our Spanish and learn French at the same time. We thought this would be really cool.)

But I digress.

Here is our random list of schools and considerations on the ups and downs of each:

Lusher Charter School. This is the school “where all the professors kids go.” It’s part of the NOLA school system, so it’s free — no tuition. If you live in the Lusher School District, you get into Lusher upon passing the academic testing required (that’s right: testing 4 year olds for intelligence to get into Charter schools). If you don’t live in the Lusher District (we don’t) it’s a lottery system based on those intelligence tests and your luck. The school has a great reputation, is driven by an arts-based educational approach, and starts at Kindergarten through 12th grade. This is the most successful ‘public’ school in the area in terms of graduation rates, college attendance, and standardized test performance. If we wanted to go this route, we would be applying NEXT fall for him to start two years from now (fall 2009). This school is not far from Audubon Park, near Abeona House, but not close enough to walk/bike.

Ecole Bilingue. This is a small, private, French immersion school. It takes students from 18 months and goes through 5th grade. One of the founding parents is a committee member of mine (whom I taught with last fall) that I respect a great deal and who has several children in attendance (her husband is still on the Board of Directors). The instructors are all native speakers and immersion beings with the schools earliest classes (at 18 months). By grade school, students are expected to be ready for learning in French. So, having your child start early is really important. If we wanted to go this route, we would have to apply NOW for him to be accepted into the fall 2008 program. The cost for this school is $6900/year for the school year (Sept-April) with summer camps available at additional cost. In the event we apply to put Will here, there is the question of whether we apply for Kate as well to keep them in the same school. This school is walking or biking distance from our house. It is also the one that Maddox Jolie-Pitt attends. (In other words, they’ve recently had an influx of generous funding — and attention — to supplement their programs.)

International School of Louisiana. This is another Charter School. (Works similarly to the Lusher program in terms of Admission.) It is either French immersion or Spanish immersion. There is no tuition. The program starts at Kindergarten based on lottery — but NO “intelligence” testing. (So Will would start in fall 2009). Students begin language study upon admission in Kindergarten but cannot be admitted to higher grades unless they pass language requirements. It is the only Spanish immersion program in the city. An Abeona parent is an instructor here, so we feel we have a resource to turn to with questions about this school. There are faculty members in my department who have children here as well (most profs from International Health send kids here, as I understand). The school values not only immersion language education, but a multi-cultural, global approach to learning. This school is located nearer to downtown (in the opposite direction as Abeona House) from where we live.

St. Andrew’s Episcopal. I’ve heard very good things about this school from people I trust. However, I have to say that it freaks me out a bit to send my kids to a parochial school. (I’ve never really recovered from the “You, Me, and Jesus makes Three” curriculum we ran into at that terrible childcare program in Mobile.) This school starts pre-K (so we would have to apply this fall for Will to start next fall) and is $6,950 for the 8-3:15 program. Once in Kindergarten, the school year tuition price goes up to $8,950. The school has a strong Spanish program, although it is not immersion. This could be a plus, as I understand early learning of primary skills (mathematics, social studies, science) is best taught in a child’s primary language? But the bottom line is that I really don’t know. This school is close to Abeona House. The Abeona kids threw beads to the kids at this school on their Mardi Gras parade route. It’s not close enough from our house to walk.

Audubon Charter School. This is a fairly new school in the NOLA Charter system. Like Ecole, it is French Immersion. Like Lusher, it is part of the ‘public’ system and works on a lottery/intelligence evaluation process with no tuition. It starts at age 2 (they must be both age 2 and potty trained), which is when Will’s friend Aya began (Aya is a few months older than Will and was going to go to Abeona until she was unexpectedly accepted to ACS.) Aya’s family likes the school, but there are mixed reports from several sources that have voiced things which concern me greatly.


While there are several other good (private) schools, I am not including them for two reasons. One is cost. I cannot fathom spending over $1000/month on each child for primary education (some of the programs are $12,000/year starting in Kindergarten — more yearly tuition than I have paid, ever, for any part of my entire education!) The second reason is that I was so disappointed and frustrated with the parents we interfaced with at Will’s previous school and I don’t want to be in that situation again. I want my kids to be surrounded by kids who come from families like ours, with parents who appreciate the things that matter in our lives. I don’t want to loose the family we’ve found in our children’s pre-school and although I know it will never be the same, want to find some semblance of it again.

So I appreciate, in a much more intimate and nail-biting way, the frustration and worry my professor felt as she pondered over what to do about her son. (He ended up going to Ecole.) What about Will? We have no idea. But we have to move on something… and soon.

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Enthusiasm over Nana’s Halloween Package

Thanks, Nana!

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The hungry may hunt elephant

As part of their learning about the world, Will’s class is finding out that there are places in the world where people don’t have enough to eat. Starting with Ana’s curiosity about how to send food led the class to a project. They are making a variety of crafts to be displayed and sold at La Divina Gelateria on the city-wide art gallery night (November 3rd) to raise money. They are donating the money to Heifer International, a nonprofit health and development organization that supports animal husbandry, livestock programs, and agroecology efforts in under-resourced areas of the world.

Will is processing what all this means. When he talks about his school projects, he explains that there are places where they have no grocery stores. Or places where the stores are all empty. And in those places, they have to shoot animals and eat them. So they are going to send some sheep, or maybe an elephant (because it’s big), to them so that they can shoot it and eat it.

I am really excited for him to be thinking about these things. It has also offered a great opportunity to discuss places he’s been/lived (but can’t remember). We have been talking a lot about when we worked in rural Honduras (he likes the story about how we use to wash him on the porch in water warmed by the sun) and when we lived in Peru (I tell him that there are many, many people there living in the city who have no water). Although he listens intently, he still has to process this in his way: which means the central question he asks is whether or not people shoot the animals and eat them. At first, I took this in line with his fixation on the forbidden gun — but actually, I think it’s his way of rationalizing how his class project might fit into this world order of things. I’d like to think that he taking what he is learning and working to process it within the context of his own experiences and history. Let’s hope on that.

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