And Patric left us to go to work from Charlotte, and we made our way home--stopping at Six Flags over Georgia. Where we all rode this.
And Elaine clenched so hard, she bit her own lip open.
She did teach me to close my eyes during the loop-ti-loops, which is amazingly helpful.
And Ben just said, "I want to ride everything."
And he did.
After the one above, he told me he was glad I wasn't on it because I would have hated it.
And the Scorcher. The first one I ever let the boys ride by themselves. Nicholas scraped by on the height requirement. And then, while they were out there, they shut the ride down for "Technical Difficulties." I could help but wonder if Nicholas had slid out and was hanging from a tree somewhere.
But, they finally showed back up.
Zoom in on this--he is all smiles and his hair is straight up.
His neighbor, not quite as excited.
Straight up hair from dropping straight from up there.
Last week we waved the last hang-out-of-the-bus-and-blow-kisses-good-bye to the last day of school. The last day of school (and really the last week) was 'optional'. Well, it was maybe if you're not in our family.
And Elaine wins the Stuber most improved over the course of year award. She is amazing and brilliant, but that girl already has the social skills of a teenager, which gets in the way of paying attention from time to time.
And Alida was our only child to receive a perfect attendance award.
And, I can't even count the number of certificates for good reading she has brought home this year.
Smart kids, all of them.
Benjamin reluctantly gave me his letter announcing that he'll enter some harder classes next year because his grades were so good, and he points out that there is an option for me to choose that he not be placed in that program. Nice try, buddy.
Here the fourth graders are leaving elementary school and heading to middle school next year. Middle school?!
He's good at everything it seems, but this is a parenting victory happening here.
He is applauding for the first place winner of the fastest one mile in school, which was not him. He was third, by three seconds. We often laugh about his running nemesis, who he can't seem to catch by just a few seconds each time. We smile that even though we have a good time ribbing him about his nemesis, he has the poise to genuinely celebrate his competition's first place win anyway.
For us: no stitches, no trips to the principal, no office referrals this school year=success.