But back to my topic: School's Out!
I know I am supposed to say, "I can't believe another school year has come and gone," but that would be a lie. Because I think this was the longest school year ever. Between my babysitting schedule, the homework assignments that never seemed to change, and a desire for warm weather in all of our hearts, we would have to say that summer was way over-due.
It would, however, be true to say that I can't believe how much my children have grown and learned this year.
Kate NaNa has now decided she is Kate. Not Kathryn. Not Katie. Not NaNa. Not any combination of the above. Just Kate. I am sure it is a phase, but if I use anything else she asks, "Why are you calling me that?"
Her end of the year program was a on a day that I was working, so Tim, Will, and I took Mr. O, Mr. A, and Miss O (ages 1,2,&3) to hear Kate sing. You can tell by the photo how thrilled she was to stand up in front of a crowd of strangers and sing about jungle animals.
Her end of the year program was a on a day that I was working, so Tim, Will, and I took Mr. O, Mr. A, and Miss O (ages 1,2,&3) to hear Kate sing. You can tell by the photo how thrilled she was to stand up in front of a crowd of strangers and sing about jungle animals.
"You want me to do motions? You have got to be kidding me."
Her certificate stated that she wants to be a firefighter when she grows up. I assumed that she picked that career because it was the first one she thought of, but I could be wrong. In the past few weeks she has told me no less than a dozen times how she and her friend, Vanessa, are both going to be firefighters and live at the fire house. I suppose we shall see.
Her teacher and SLP both raved about how far she has come in terms of her ability to communicate with adults and peers. Plus, on her report card she scored "Mastery" in every single preschool skill. She asked if that meant she could go ahead and go to kindergarten next year since she already knows everything. It's a wonder she Will don't share genetic code.
Speaking of Will, he wrapped up his kindergarten year, receiving the "Loving to Write" award. He is reading easy reader books, and carries around a stack of Wimpy Kid books everywhere he goes, just like his brother.
Her certificate stated that she wants to be a firefighter when she grows up. I assumed that she picked that career because it was the first one she thought of, but I could be wrong. In the past few weeks she has told me no less than a dozen times how she and her friend, Vanessa, are both going to be firefighters and live at the fire house. I suppose we shall see.
Her teacher and SLP both raved about how far she has come in terms of her ability to communicate with adults and peers. Plus, on her report card she scored "Mastery" in every single preschool skill. She asked if that meant she could go ahead and go to kindergarten next year since she already knows everything. It's a wonder she Will don't share genetic code.
Speaking of Will, he wrapped up his kindergarten year, receiving the "Loving to Write" award. He is reading easy reader books, and carries around a stack of Wimpy Kid books everywhere he goes, just like his brother.
He is still a huge help to me with the small children. When they are sad, he cheers them up. When they are thirsty, he finds their sippy cup. They adore him.
Ben didn't have an end-of-year program, so I don't have any photos, but he is still reading and writing and drawing comics like crazy. He got the "Whoppers Award" for his class. That means he loves to make up and tell stories. And no, in this case that is not a euphemism for big fat lies. He still wants to be an author when he grows up. He will be a third grader in the fall, and is obsessed with Transformers and Star Wars, as he should be.
And now is the part where I am supposed to talk about how we have two whole months to relax and do nothing, except for the fact that we are down to about six weeks of vacation. But I plan on squeezing in as much relaxing and doing nothing as is humanly possible. Wish me luck.
Ben didn't have an end-of-year program, so I don't have any photos, but he is still reading and writing and drawing comics like crazy. He got the "Whoppers Award" for his class. That means he loves to make up and tell stories. And no, in this case that is not a euphemism for big fat lies. He still wants to be an author when he grows up. He will be a third grader in the fall, and is obsessed with Transformers and Star Wars, as he should be.
And now is the part where I am supposed to talk about how we have two whole months to relax and do nothing, except for the fact that we are down to about six weeks of vacation. But I plan on squeezing in as much relaxing and doing nothing as is humanly possible. Wish me luck.
