everything grows

                                   {weston and miss bruce}

this was taken today, just after the year-end kindergarten program.  it was my last one.  i must admit, i was a bit weepy as the children sang, "everything grows and grows..."

muffins with mom

Last week I spent an hour with Keaton in his first grade class, eating muffins together and sharing a chair at his desk.  It reminded me that 7 is still not very old.  He was so excited for me to be there, to give me a handmade paper -flower necklace and to sit on my lap.  And, of course, there was the book...the book that tells it like it is.

I spend all my waking hours thinking about my children.  It's true.

That is, of course, unless I am on the computer...

...or going to Target.  True, true.

But the biggest truth is that I adore that boy with each and every adoring fiber in my being.

A Child's Prayer

"Please bless that we don't get cigarettes in our mouth."

(Weston age 5, almost 6.  He is also very concerned about falling asleep and seeing a man "cigaretting" in his dream.)

When you are twelve

The phone call from school:

"Mo-ooo-oo-m," (high pitched, sobbing squeak), "Can you come get me-ee-eee?"

The situation in a nutshell:

Kate left the classroom to console her friend who had been maliciously teased.  ( She asked permission to leave from the student teacher.)

When she returned, the substitute teacher delivered sharp words to my girl for disrupting the class. 

The motherly advice:

"Sometimes, others  make bad decisions that affect you.  But part of this life experience is to learn to not let someone else's poor choices upset you.  Just let it roll off your back."

I remember my dad telling me the same thing twenty-something years ago, but his also included a duck and water analogy.

Then:

We went to lunch, which included delicious crepes for dessert.  We shopped, which included some new knees socks for the girl who was trying to do the right thing.

                                                {Kate & Me 1999}

Scissors

The phone rang, mid-morning on Monday.  I picked it up and heard the voice of Weston's kindergarten teacher telling me that Weston had something to tell me. I heard my son whimpering in the background and refusing to get on the phone. 

Miss Bruce had to give me the Bad News:  Weston cut his hair, to the scalp, right down the center of his head.

the Good News:  clippers set up with a #1 blade and he's as good as new.

just before dinner on thursday-last

the driveway was dotted with bikes and scooters.

on the front lawn, a fierce game of freeze tag ensued.

dinner could wait a while.

Weston goes to Paige's Birthday Party

the suit coat and pen=all his idea.

eat your heart out, peter brady!

to-do

i do not think she needs to remind herself of her morning routine. 

i think it is just fun to make a list. 

Easter 2009

$55 admission to Monsters vs Aliens

It would have been worth it if we could have kept the glasses.