Spring Break is upon us. We will be here for a bit, there for a while, and over yonder next weekend.
One. Two. Three of them. So wierd. Still.
Who are these kids and why are they calling me Mom?
Someone is so darn close to rolling over- pausing on his side, not knowing what to do next. It’s gonna happen.. soon. Very soon.
I guess all that reading is paying off because her teacher now sends homework each week. K got the biggest kick out of it. Now, Kenley brings special homework home every night. To keep it interesting, it’s intended for first graders. And here I have been calling her my little blond child… not sure where she gets her smarts from because it sure ain’t me.
13 years of private schooling and two year s of SAT tutoring got me into the fine, cut throat school known as the University of Alabama.
I’ve always been jealous of the “smart kids”- while I had to make flash cards and study days in advances, folks like Mary Heather could attend class, is all, and score an A.
Maybe her new butterball will take after his/her Auntie Garrett- because, surely pine straw does come from the local nursery.
A new school spirit skirt for Kens.
Spring Break 2012– Three kids, two dogs, loaded down with groceries, Vera Bradley and DVDs and maybe even a couple bottles of a good Pinot for good measure.
And a special happy birthday to my God daughter, Railey– 5 years old on this St. Patty’s Day!