On Christmas Eve this year, I had our home to myself and the kids. Apparently everyone else in the building was home with their kids too, because all I did was leave our door open to the hallway, intermittently manage toys and games and provide popcorn and water for fuel. Almost ALL the kids in the building ran in a pack, in and out of our home, for nearly EIGHT hours strait. It was SO fantastic.
Here they are, scandalized by the very presence of CAT [47 seconds]:
Recently, after living in this new community more than a year, Gavin said to me, “Mom? I’m kind of surprised we’re the only white people in the whole building.” I feel so honored to be part of such a diverse community (Bangladeshi, Ethiopian, Haitian, Tibetan, Cantabridgian and more.)
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As I recall, the application/approval process was fairly arduous. Maybe the O’s were the only “white” people smart enough to figure it out and persistent enough to negotiate the obstacles.