Don't tell my children...but...it is my least favorite time of the year. Open house season. Ugh. Nothing like elbowing past 30 other parents to see all of your kids hard done school work...only to see the same school work come home in a big heap three days later. Can't I just ooh and awe over the stuff on Friday, when they bring it home? Maybe my dislike started four years ago, when I was as big as a whale, pregnant with Colter and Open House night was on my due date. I was totally planning on getting a pass because I was in labor or had just had a baby. Instead I waddled around room after room (we had three kids in Elementary school that year) looking at stuff I knew I was going to see again--real soon.
Anyway, this year, we skipped Wyatt's open house (yipee) and Lorien didn't really have one in High School. She did have an orchestra performance and her art class had their work displayed on the same night (that worked out well).
Lorien's hand sculpture is the patched up one in the middle. When she brought it home she went into my sewing room to get a pin and jabbed it into the finger saying "There, it is finally finished."
Classy
Kindergarten Adell had plenty to show and tell. She learned a lot this year and had a fantastic teacher, Mrs. Erickson. Adell loved Mrs. Erickson and Mrs. Erickson loved Adell.
Poor Clare had a fever. She had missed the last two days of school and so we made her stay home from Open House. She wasn't feeling well enough to go anyway. We did go to her classroom and take lots of pictures so she could tell us what was what when we got home (yipee!).
And now, they are over. Just a bunch of band performances and dance recitals to go.
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