An Aggravating Week: Part II

And so it was that during one of the more busy weeks I've had since diapers, my phone rang at work.

I knew the number.

Ugh.

"Hello...."

"Hi, Ms. Stub her?"

"Yes, this is Mrs. Stew brrr."

"Hi, this is so-and-so from Sienna Crossing Elementary.  I'm the school counselor."

(Oh, this was new.  I am used to hearing from principals.)

"Yes?"

And so she explained that she was reviewing the cultural awareness T-shirt pictures that all the kids in the school had been assigned as homework, and well there was Ben's.

"Mrs. Stuber, can you tell me what the cultural meaning of the skull is in the middle of the picture?"

(Oh.  Oh, dear.)

"No.  No I can't."

"Oh, well I was just thinking.   I mean, I can't hang it up with the others.  Unless maybe there was a cultural significance of the skull?"

My head reply: Well, it's a strange exercise.  These kids all live in sticky-sweet suburbia together.  They are all growing up as friends.  Why in Kindergarten are we choosing to make them all start picking out the differences amongst each other?  And so what if we are a family of pirates?  Why are you going to pick on us?

My verbal reply: "There's no significance.  I'm sure their father told them to just draw a picture.  Do we need to re-do it?"

Perking up: "Well, yes.  Yes, I think that's probably best."

"Okay, thank you. Just send it home."

An Aggravating Week: Part I

I walk in the door this week, and I find paper airplanes stuck in the strangest places.  Here, and in the curtains, and stuck on a ledge. 

I'm too tired to care.

"Patric, what's up with the paper airplanes?"

"What paper airplanes?"

"Never mind."

Gator of the Week

In Kindergarten.

The exact same week they found the following outside of their school (follow the link):

A Gator Of A Different Sort

Full View

New shoes and all.

Thank you Grandma Montana.

Everything fit beautifully.

However, Alida has announced that she is over purple.  

Fort

It's funny to me that they automatically make beds with blankets and pillows in their forts.  As if they are going to lay down and sleep....

Sisters

All cleaned up for bed in their pajamas.

Hair trimmed to encourage some growth.

And found outside in their bare feet at the neighbors, posing.

The Innagural Block Hunt

 Saturday evening was perfect.

 For a little pizza with friends.

(It's good to live across the street from the pavilion so you can just take it.  If you get kicked out, who cares?  We didn't.)

 And our first scramble for Easter eggs in the park.

 Success.

Then they all sat down in a pile and ate candy.

I love these kids.

Happy Easter

And so when we were getting out of our church clothes this afternoon, Ben says to me:

"Oh.  I didn't even know I was wearing a tie.  Hmmm."

First Association Letter

Great.

The swing set can be seen from the street, which is apparently a no-no.

In addition, it has to be 10 feet away from the fence.

So, you know, just apply, plot your swing set on a survey of the property, and then get some hunky men over here to move the thing.  Then plant a tree to cover it up.

Or sell it.

Argh.

Alida Faces

And Dinner By Candlelight

Breakfast in Bed

A First Of Many Surely

 First filling for Nicholas yesterday afternoon.

Ben's up in the shoot today.