I AM SO EXCITED!

No more pencils
No more books
No more teachers’
Dirty looks!

Is it wrong for a 38 year old grown mother of three to be so happy that today is the last day of school? Because I AM! Actually, I could deal with school if we could just change two things, start at 9 a.m. and NO HOMEWORK. So, I’m doing my little dance of joy that another year of school is behind us. Only 14 more years to go. *SIGH*

This has been an interesting last week of school. Monday, Memorial Day, the kids went to school for a full day. Alyssa had her portfolio party where I go in and look at her best work from the past year, then she gets to go home, at 10 a.m. Kai, however, had to stay the whole day. Tuesday, Kai had his ‘Punch, Pie, and Publications’ party, then got to go bowling with his fellow student council Reps. Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday, they are dismissed at 10:40. Hardly seems worth going doesn’t it? This whole week is a wash scholastically speaking. They just hang out, watch movies, etc. Of course, they hold report cards until the last day, so no one will skip these useless days. Today (Thursday) was Alyssa’s 5th grade graduation. I can’t believe she’s starting 6th grade next year. She is going to celebrate by going to Frankie's Fun Park with a friend and then swimming. She is very excited.

Above is a picture of her and her friends at the reception after the ceremony. This is the girl who used to complain that she didn't have any friends!

Last week Roan had a little pre-school graduation. Technically, he’s not starting kindergarten this year because he missed the cut-off date by 5 days! But, they let him graduate with the rest of his class because they are all leaving. Roan is leaving too, but to K-4 not K-5. It was actually kind of sad. Even though he only went two mornings a week, he’s been with Mrs. Twila for 2 ½ years. He loves her and teared up a bit when we left on the last day. Roan kept telling us to say congratulations, and he calls his graduation cap his 'gradulation' hat!

This coming Sunday, Dean will be running his first Ultra Marathon, which as I understand it, is anything longer than a marathon. This one will be 50K (about 32 miles I think). What’s worse is that for nearly the whole race, he’ll be running in deep sand. It rather appropriately takes place in Hitchcock Woods.

Roan Quote: Tuesday was Dean’s birthday. We wanted to surprise him with a picnic in the evening, but were going to see him at lunchtime. So I prepped Roan and told him, “Don’t tell daddy about the picnic, don’t tell him about the cake, and don’t even tell him that there is a surprise!” After saying this several times, feeling I was being completely clear, and he understood, we went to pick up daddy. After Dean got in the car, Roan said, “Mommy, I won’t tell daddy!”