Last Day of Kindergarten
Beginning this summer, we will once again be making weekly trips to the nearby public library to quench her thirst for literature.
This love of reading really began this year. K had a wonderful, patient, attentive kindergartner teacher who we all adore. Early on, she picked up on Kenley’s love of books and consitently fueled it with library books and allowing Kenley to read to the class every week.
With a classroom full of adorable friends and parents, I had already braced myself to be let down next year with a new teacher- no way would we ever have such a sweet group of friends and perfect teacher for Kenley. K’s first grade teacher would have big shoes to fill.
Kenley’s class field trip to the coastal marine lab
Photography by Susan Bouolo
After wringing my hands, I even set up a conference with Mrs. S last week to feel her out to see what first grade teacher might be best suited for my youngest daughter, and if Mrs. S would be able to help with some match making. If only Mrs. S could move to 1st grade.
Well, guess what teacher is moving to first grade? Mrs. S and the entire class. It’s a new program called “looping” where the teacher moves to the next grade level, and students are able to move up with the teacher, with parent’s permission. This helps to eliminate the ramp up time for teachers at the beginning of the school year, and strengthens the classmate’s relationships as well.
My girl lays out her school clothes each night, then accessorizes them as well before she goes to bed.
Photograph by Susan Boulo
This was after I found out that Britton’s teacher, whom she is crazy about.. is also looping!
Out of the 48 lower school teachers, three are looping, and both my girls are keeping their teachers. With all the changes the girls have experienced, particularly Britton who moved schools in the middle of elementary, this is such a blessing.
All that eye twitching I did last summer… for nothing. God really is in control of everything.
Back in the day, when Facebook was new and fun, I once replied to a request to write 25 random things about yourself. For whatever reason, I actually did it. My friend, Darby, recently pointed out #19. Irony is a funny thing.
* The below was composed in 2009.
1. After having my kids, I could care less about watching “A baby story” on TLC. I don’t care about your delivery story!
2. On a shy scale of 1-10, I am a 12!
3. I have seen every episode of little house on the prarie- three times over. I secretly wished I could live in walnut grove with the Ingalls family.
4. My grandfather was a concert violinist (the FSU music building named after him)- I, however, have no musical talent and gave up piano early on
5. In my next life I want to be a country singer with big white teeth, diamonds and a jet .
6. I am obsesssed with taking lots of photos of our children, then immediately uploading, printing and putting them in a photo book with dates/names/place (see #12).
7. One of my fears is that I will get cancer.
8. I am a homebody- if I got locked in my house for 2 weeks I would be content.
9. I rarely spent the night out as a child because I would get “homesick”. I would fake a headache so my parents would come get me.
10. My husband and I have the same Myers-Brigg personalities- ISFJ, and lived 2 miles apart for 10 years before we met. He rocks and I love him more now than ever.
11. Daniel Boone was my 7th great grandfather- my dad was Daniel Boone Kuersteiner
12. I am type “A” and like routines, planning, schedules, and lists.
13. Some of my closest friends today, are those from my childhood.
14. My youngest daughter was born with several congenital heart defects- including two holes in her heart.
15. She had open heart surgery at 17 months with subsequent complications- I thank God each day for this now healthy, precious child that is still with us.
16. I don’t like talking on the phone
17. Big crowds overwhelm me and small talk makes me tired
18. People call me ‘Random Landrum’ because I am often lost in my own thought- saying off the wall things. Life is much more interesting this way.
18. I believed in Santa Clause until middle school when my parents finally told me the truth because the others kids were making fun of me (incidentally, I cannot add- as this is the second #18 I noticed),
19. I love my two girls- would have no idea what to do with a little boy.
20. My dream car growing up was a brown thunderbird with a big eagle on the hood
21. I miss my Dad and wish he could have lived to meet my husband and see my children
22. I would rather travel to Wyoming/Montana (or St. Teresa), than to Europe any day!
23. My sister and I were always at different stages growing up (3.5 years apart), but she is my best friend now.
24. When I was little, I used to play ‘secretary’ with a telephone and notepad and pretend like I was transferring calls. I later decided that I wanted to be a cashier at the supermarket since they got to use scanners and credit cards machines.
25. I flipped my jeep (and flattened it) on my way home from college- my mom watched from the car she was driving behind me. I crawled out of the crumpled car with not so much as a scratch.
God must have known I had a greater purpose
Along with hauling a car full of babies, pack-n-plays, Roaring Waters, diapers, towels, powder formula, turkey sandwiches and hot pink goggles- I also brought along my camera.
With a click, click here. And a click, click there.
Score- pack and play on the island.
Our little island was a bit busier than usual today.
After 45 minutes of crying in his portable bed, that most adults would pay to sleep in today, he finally gave up.
We boated on over with four adults and six children…..
The cruised back down the river looking at the shrimp boats.
No swim trunks and a mildew life jacket. That’s how we roll.
Auntie Jes and her crew… Addie, Tanner and Jake. No wonder we rarely see one another, looks like we have been busy.
Typical boy, likes to hang out in the captains chair watching the instruments and steering wheel with his ol’ man. Yes, that’s the mildew I was referring to. We ain’t too proud to beg.
And a little fresh seafood to cap off a Saturday.
We stopped by the ‘beach house with the attic’ – when someone became irritated that we were not leaving our dogs at home for another 12 hours so she could spend the night. Day trip, my dear.
Saw this FB update that Mom did while we were driving home. Toot, toot.
Actually, I just got bored in the car and tried to tinker with my camera settings some.
We are seriously debating doing it all over again tomorrow….
Just have to finish washing the sand out of the beach towels first.
We are in the midst of swim lessons with Britton. As a parent, you are constantly learning. What I have learned, most recently, is that just because your kids learn to swim, doesn’t mean you get to stop taking lessons. Apparently I missed that parenting memo.
Perhaps my professional doggie paddle is frowned upon by the adult swimming community.