School Work

Yet another story about bacon.

She writes, “Everyday I eat three bacon strips and I drink one cup of orange juice.”

F YOU

PJ came home from school today and told me some kids have been using the F-word.  I asked her what happened, who was saying it and if she did anything about it.

She gave me the blow by blow and then said they went to tell their teacher but that she didn’t do anything about it.

The problem…the teacher doesn’t seem to know the F-word.  She speaks Chinese and they don’t seem to have that one in China.

Still Funny

This dramatic episode was brought to you by the Chinese Immersion girls.

Thanks for reliving it Whit.

Tainted gene pool

Last week my mother gave me a large folder filled with art work and old school projects that she had kept from when I was in school.

School did not come particularly easy to me.  In fact, I remember sitting at the dinning room table going over and over and over spelling words.  My parents got so tired of testing me that they had me spell them into a tape recorder and listen to them back…it was great fun.

Needless to say, this picture brought me right back to that dinning room table when I looked at it.  If you can’t read the title of the picture, I wrote ” I like Suturday Becaz I like swimgn in The aftrnoon.  dut I like goig with a frend.”

I guess I’m going to have to take the hit for this one if our kids can’t spell worth a lick.  Ohhh well.

Are you SERIOUS?

I love this picture.

Right before I decided to take a photo, I realized my face was contorting into something very unpleasant all because of what I was hearing.  Then I looked over and realized my homies each had their very own rendition of YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME faces on.

At this moment we are being told that the kids need to come forward and there is going to be a big Chinese New Year fireworks finale…inside.

The mom with THAT kid

This morning was the morning that the train came right off the tracks.

PJ missed the bus, which puts everyone waaay behind the eight-ball.  Typically we have a whole hour for the boys to finish breakfast, get dressed, brush teeth, etc.  But if she misses the bus and it goes by without her, everyone has to be ready to pile in the car within five minutes.  That means they need to be ready for the day to start and yes, that includes me and my swim suit to haul it over to the gym to teach lessons.

So when we left, I at least knew KP was having pajama and pancake day at school.  I also knew that he was in PJ’s, which is one step better than last week’s GREEN day, which I forgot to put him in green all together.

After almost losing my voice from barking demands at my children, we got in the car.  We got PJ dropped off at school, and then CT, and finally KP with three minutes to spare.

So we sat outside of his classroom and I had a chance to take a look at him.   This is what I saw:  Spider-Man PJ top, two short sleeve t-shirts underneath that, green and blue dinosaur bottoms rolled over three times to ensure a good fit, too small tan and orange smartwool socks, three wrist watches, unbrushed teeth, non-combed hair and a crusty nose.

With that I walked him in, kissed him on the forehead and told him to have a GREAT day.

Lunch & coffee with Mrs. Bickerson

Whit headed off to have lunch with girls yesterday.  Here’s a glimps of it.

And today, Lucy and I went over for a little doggy playdate.  I can’t believe I did not take any pictures.  Needless to say, Lucy has been sound asleep for the past two hours.

Thanks Whit!

First day of the second year of preschool

I mean seriously…aren’t you just dying at how cute KP is in this photo of his first day of preschool 08?

Oh yeah, I don’t have one.

Why don’t I have one you might wonder?  Well, let me tell you.  Three minutes before we needed to get into the car, to get him to school, he started having a hissy-fit about the long sleeve shirt he had put on.  Mind you, this was the third outfit of the morning.  KP likes layers.  His dad doesn’t.  His dad was helping him get dressed (nicely).  And once they came to a truce on what that was, he liked it, for a little while, until he had to go to school.

Two minutes before he has to go to school, he continues crying over the shirt, then crying because he can’t find his backpack and then crying about his shoes.  I’m no help at this point because I’m annoyed and in a oh so motherly and nice way I say, “Well, if you had put it in it’s home, it would be where it is suppose to be.”  This causes more crying.

One minute before we are suppose to go, he wants his vesteses (for those of you who don’t know what vesteses is or are, it is when one wears more than one vest at a time – preferably two or three).  I then choose to ignore him and simply say, I’m getting in the car.

Once the tears were wiped and he got to school, he jumped in with so much excitment that you would have never ever known he almost didn’t make it.

Way to overcome KP, way to overcome.

I’ll fill in a fake photo later, he’ll never know.

First Day Of School!

This one is happy.

This one is mad.

And that little one in blue, he has no idea what to do.

The Passage of Kindergarden

It was right here, in this moment, the moment that was drummed up the night before by email saying ever so casually that you might want to come and see the teachers hand out certificates to the students.

It was as I was standing there, taking this photo, that my eyes swelled up with tears and all the emotions of making this major decision to send PJ to Chinese school came flooding back.

It was a hard decision, a leap of faith. Not all our questions were answered but we jumped anyway.

And as we jumped with a little bit of unease, she took hold with all her might and soared.

Hen hao PJ, hen hao!