I signed up for a pretty intensive bible study at church now that all three kids are in school and I have large chunks of quiet time during the day. There are total of five people in the class and the other four class members are all old enough to personally remember the Truman administration. It's going to be a long year.
Evan's kindergarten class has themed snacks the first three weeks of school. They got red jello cups on Red Day, carrot sticks on Orange Day, mint Oreos (how have I not heard of these?!?) on Green Day, etc. Not having the energy for something all Pinterest-y and cute, I signed up for Circle Day, because what's easier than sending a box of Ritz Crackers to school with your kid, you know? But wouldn't you know it, the pushy mom behind me in line whined (and I mean whined like a two year old), "Do you have to sign up for that day? That's my daughter's birthday and I wanted to bring something cute." Well, first of all, how am I supposed to know that day is her kid's birthday? And second of all, she could have used a nicer tone because, well, she was definitely older than two. So I quietly erased my name next to Circle Day and signed up for Square Day because I suppose a box of Wheat Thins is just as easy to send as a box of Ritz.
And then at Meet-the-Teacher last night, I had to listen to her girls whine through the whole presentation. So I'm guessing the whining is genetic. I feel sorry for her husband.
Liam's teacher had a baby three days into the school year so now he has a substitute for the next ten weeks. She told us at Meet-the-Teacher last night that she doesn't like to punish kids by taking away their recess time. If anything, she thinks those kids probably have too much energy and need to work it off in order to function better in the classroom. Hallelujah! A teacher who gets it! Hopefully when his teacher returns in November, she'll have a similar attitude.
I got my Christmas gift early this year: a fancy camera that takes great pictures. Well, it's supposed to take great pictures. So far I've taken several so-so pictures of the dog (my only subject during the day since the kids are at school). I'm taking a photography class over the next couple of months so maybe by Christmas I'll have figured out what I'm doing. Maybe.
We may have to look for a new kennel for the dog for when we're out of town. Our vet doesn't have one so we've been taking him to one a couple of miles away. He's well taken care of, but this place is a little too fancy (and pricey) for my liking. Maybe it's because they offer stupid things like Labor Day meal specials (a mini hamburger and slice of watermelon!) or blueberry avocado facial scrubs and bedtime stories. For dogs! They want me to pay someone to read to the dog? We, of course, don't purchase any of those things for Max, but I don't know if I even want to be associated with a place that offers such idiotic services.
After several years of having it pretty easy at school, Syd has finally discovered why some kids say school is so hard. Fifth grade is a doozy. She had so much homework the other day that she only had fifteen minutes before bedtime to read a novel. She lamented that her amount of "me time" has diminished greatly since starting middle school. Poor girl. She has no idea that this is just the beginning....