The PCP had his Author’s Tea at school earlier in the week. The kids serve punch and cookies and present to their parents the research projects they’ve been working on so very hard on these last few weeks. He wrote all about cougars (I know…I giggled at that too) and it just knocked my socks off. He authored a real little book – with illustrations and facts and opinions and even an “about the author” on the last page. This, my friends, is going straight on the living room bookshelf.
Honey and I celebrated eleven years last weekend. Daddy-O watched the boys so that we could enjoy a lovely night out. I feel like we never get a good picture of just the two of us so we made a point to do it while we were all cleaned up. He’s a catch, that Honey.
I organized a class gift for the PCP’s teacher but also wanted to do a little something special from our family. Tricia at HKL Designs did this darling bag for me!!
The first graders had Economics Day last week and spent the month prior earning “money” to spend at the event. As I’ve mentioned before, the PCP is exceedingly motivated by money. It’s our most effective tool for both rewards and punishments. Anyhoo…I got a kick out of this letter that his sweet teacher sent home for me to see. “Write me a note back ok.” Ah, I remember those days. And the little signature in cursive. I taught him how a couple of months back and still can’t stand the preciousness of seeing it in pen and paper.
Now, all is not roses and unicorns at the school all the time. The PCP brought home his third “straight face” of the school year this month. We take these things very, very seriously. If he brings home anything less than a full week worth of smiley faces, there is no allowance, no buying lunch on Friday and, thus, no special ice cream treat that the class is allowed to buy on Friday. When asked do describe this “gooving off”, he said he was singing and dancing in the bathroom. Sooooooooooooo…. we couldn’t help but make him perform this routine for the family after supper that night. It took every ounce of decorum to keep a straight face during the episode.
I am deathly afraid of roaches. It all stems from a childhood incident that I won’t go into now, but let it suffice to say that they are paralyzing to me. I absolutely cannot stand this Orkin ad that has them crawling across my computer screen – I literally jump out of my skin every time I check my darned email. It looks like a real roach right on my computer. UGH. And I can’t figure out why it pops up for me everywhere. I assure you I don’t sit around googling the nasty things.
I’ve been toying with new furniture arrangements in my den. The kid table that previously occupied part of the room lost a leg and had to go. I sent a few pics to my parents and was snickering at an email reply from Daddy-O…
John: Why are you crying?
Me: I’m not. I’m laughing at an email from Ampa. It says the open floor space in front of the window “looks like a great spot for a wrestling arena and someone will probably end up falling straight out the window.” But I know that won’t happen because y’all are too good.
Whit: We not good. We bery bad. Ampa knows that.
*this is a work in progress – it has since changed approximately a dozen times*
Happy hump day, y’all!