Grant had a "graduation" ceremony on Tuesday. The minute I saw him in his little graduation cap, I lost it. (Big surprise, I know.).
He walked down the aisle with his first grade buddy, to the song "Let them be little" by Billy Dean. The opening line of the song says "I remember when you could fit in the palm of my hand . . ." That did it. The floodgates opened. How did my baby get so big?
Don't know why I bothered with makeup that day. I cried it all off.
When it came to picking playmates, Grant prefers the 1st grade girls to the kindergarten boys.
These are three of his favorites. I'm pretty sure the feelings are mutual.
He's had a wonderful teacher who has loved him to death, while still pushing him and keeping him in line and on track. I'm so excited he'll get to be in her class again next year!
Today we had to bid farewell to Jack's teacher. He's had her for two years in a row, and she's been amazing. She has pushed and motivated Jack, and he has blossomed under her loving care. I never thought I'd get emotionally attached to my kids' teachers. I think moving on is harder on me than on him!
Olivia finished the year with a 4.0. She worked hard, and is learning how to manage her time and stay on task with her school work. I am so proud of her. She is mature beyond her years in so many ways, and is just growing up too darn fast!
Another year, and she'll be taller than her math/science teacher!
I waited until the last minute to come up with gifts for the kids' teachers. Yesterday, I came up with this:
A plant for their yard (2 of the teachers are new homeowners),
with a card that says "Thank you for helping me GROW!"
A custom-wrapped candy bar
A pencil-shaped card (made using my new favorite toy...the Silhouette Cameo)
I added a gift card for each teacher to their favorite restaurant and called it a day.
Olivia is on her way to the 8th grade graduation dance tonight. Seventh graders get to attend the dance, to celebrate with the graduates. She looks grown up and beautiful.
How did she get so big? We have one more year until high school. And only 5 more years with her living at home. That's just not long enough!
After school, we had a bunch of friends over for a swim party to celebrate the start of summer. All was going perfectly, until Grant tripped on the brick wall lining the back of the pool and fell, catching his little toe on the way down.
He fractured and hyperextended his pinkie toe, and we're waiting to see an orthopedist early next week to see if it needs to be splinted, casted, or surgically set. Seriously? We started off his kindergarten year with a broken bone. Guess he wanted to end it on a similar note.
Let the summer fun begin!