Movin' On Up

Wednesday was the little guy's last day of preschool.  He is very excited to be done with preschool and to move on up to Kindergarten. 

Little does he know, with the end of preschool also comes the end of....

• not having to get up for school every.single.day.
• never having homework.
• only having school for a couple of hours at a time.

Ssshhh.... it will be our little secret.

When asked if he had any thoughts about being a preschool graduate, he said....



"I SURE LOOK CUTE IN MY GRADUATION HAT, DON'T I?!"

It's Official

 

I bought my books.

I paid lots of tuition money.

I loaded up my backpack.

I am once again a student.

Oh, how I long for the ease of Crayola markers and Elmer's glue. Unfortunately, those items did not appear on my syllabus.

Which, by the way, looks like this:

Just in case the picture is unclear, it is very, VERY thick. 

It makes me very, VERY nervous.

I am praying that I am very, VERY wrong!



"When I Grow Up I Want To Be....."

My second grade son had an assignment at school. 

Write one sentence telling what you would like to be when you grow up.

He wrote - "When I grow up I want to be a teacher."

My heart swelled.  I was so proud. My son was already realizing the great importance of education and wanted to follow in my footsteps.  Not only that, but he even wrote his answer in a complete sentence by restating the important information, and he used proper capitalization and punctuation! {content sigh}

The second part of the assignment was as follows:

Write three reasons why you want to be that when you grow up.

He wrote - "I want to be a teacher when I grow up because I'm good at school.  Another reason why I want to be a teacher is because it's not a hard job.  There is another reason and that is I don't have to work as long." 

WHAT!?!?  Proud mama to 'you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me' mama in .3 seconds flat.

Not a hard job?

Don't have to work as long??

My sincere apologies to all my teacher friends.  I have failed as an educator-mother. 

However, his teachers have apparently been amazing and have made the job look EASY.

And....it appears that he has not felt neglected, abused, or emotionally scarred from all of the HOURS of work I have done at home preparing for teaching.  It seems he has not even noticed.

And....you can bet that if he actually does become a teacher, I will be checking in on him in roughly 15 years with this post in hand. 

Gardening....Novice?

Is there a word for being worse than a novice?  Rookie?  Newbie?  Infant?

'Cause if there is, that's me.

Remember my black thumb?  It has not gotten any better over the last three years.

However, if you drive by my house, you would think I am a MAJOR gardener. 

This is garden #1 -- Potatoes, peas, onions, lettuce, carrots, spinach, and strawberries

Here's #2 -- Poppyseed, watermelon, cantaloupe

And here's #3 -- Corn and unsuccessful poppyseed

Insane, I know.  

Here's the thing.  They are not all mine.

They are not even half mine.  My in-laws live in town and want way more garden space than they have.  Since they practically gave us the land we live on, we graciously said it would be fine for them to have a garden at our place.  One garden turned into two....which turned into three.  In a couple years we may not even have to mow. 

I am experimenting with this thing called gardening in garden #1. I read and researched, and then we planted.

And when I say "we", I mean that my father-in-law put the seeds in his little planter and drove it up and down the rows.  My five year old "helped" by demanding to push the planter with grandpa, causing grandpa to do this crazy walk -- side-step -- run thing down the rows with my son.  I stood there and watched.  It was a beautiful bonding moment.

This has been a terrible year to try to figure out how in the world to grow stuff.  We have had virtually no rain, lots of hot days, and crazy amounts of wind. 

I would have license to complain, except that every time I go out to check on things, my father-in-law has already watered the garden and tilled the rows. 

So in all my studying up on this subject, my best advice is to offer garden space to the in-laws.  Odds are there will be a built-in gardener in the package deal.

I Still Say It Is A Fact....

....males just are not very good at finding stuff.

Supporting Evidence #3,452.

Last Sunday's Easter Egg Hunt.

It that egg were alive, it could have bitten him.

He looked all around this little bush.  For a LONG TIME.  The expression says it all.

And for those who are thinking about the fact that I just posted the other day about all of the things I have lost, I am happy to update that I have located everything on the list.

I'm also happy to report that the Easter eggs were also found.

Eventually.