Armageddon! The kids are out of school for summer! I find the summer bitter sweet. No more alarm clocks, rushing to catch the bus, finding out at 9pm that 2 dozen cup cakes are expected the next day. No more searching for shoes, back packs and matching socks. In exchange to hear "Mom" a gazillion times a day. I threaten my girls that, I am going to change my name to Sh*t so I can slap them every time they say it. Doesn't work, they just laugh.
It doesn't help that we are the neighborhood hang out and I seem to be designated "Geneva" to solve every problem. Many trips to the doctor and don't get me started on the ice cream truck luring kids like the evil pied piper. I think the distorted demonic music has a subliminal message instructing kids to beg parents to pay $2 for a 25 cent popsicle and we do it! It was really fun last year when the police arrested the ice cream man right in front of our house. I guess he was selling more then ice cream. Now, how do you explain that to a dozen crying kids who think the idolized ice cream man is gone forever meaning a summer void of over priced frozen Kool-Aid. UGH!
In last weeks newsletter I told you I would be busy all week making tote bags for my youngest daughter Lilly to give to special people at school. Here they are, I had Lilly draw pictures for me to digitize. I think they turned out priceless and they were received very well. I wish I had pictures of everyone because each picture really does resemble the person. It is so funny.
Class translator ( I know the "L" is wrong, grr)
Special needs, teacher consultant
Principal
Classroom ParaPro
Classroom Teacher
School bus driver
Blayne made adorable teacher gifts too. She painted rocks for each teacher. My favorite one was for her teacher who has a cluttered desk but he never lost a single paper. She painted it like a chalk board with the words "Organized Chaos". I wish I had taken pictures...my bad :-( .
Here is a pillow I made for Blaynes social studies teacher who adopted a baby girl.
