Sunday, July 27, 2014
Sheesh. It is already getting to be that time when we are looking at how close school is going to start again, and here I am talking about the last days of the previous year. It sure doesn't crawl by, these summer days. I supposed in reality I am looking more at when I have to return to work more than when the kids go back to school. I've got three weeks - they still have five. Poor me. Sniff.
Cade finished grade four (translation into American - fourth grade) and they had a recognition ceremony. Although it sure looked, felt and functioned much more like a graduation ceremony (middle school starts with fifth grade here). What is with all the graduating stuff anyway? I'm pretty sure we all would be okay with leaving graduation until the completion of twelfth grade and just doing that up nice and fine. But whatever - 'tis the age of overdoing everything. I should have been born in the prairies in the late 1800s. Although then I wouldn't have the joy of committing myself to boring you on this blog.
The kids all had made their own caps and tassels, obviously. My darling son took his own path and made a bassel….. a ball tassel. And it was great that he did. It kept him entertained during all of the parts he would have much rather not been present for. Eric and I entertained ourselves as well by watching him swing it around, back and forth, up and down, and any-which-way (but loose). It was quite humorous. I wouldn't have wanted him to make a standard old boring, run-of-the-mill tassel like everyone else made for anything. This was so Cade.
Cade, I think I have mentioned this before, has the best teacher ever. And Lucy gets her next year. Pretty excited about that.
For one of the last day activities with Mia's seventh grade classes - as in all of them - they went to the park. The different classes took turns doing different activities - playing kick ball, volleyball, critter dipping, making teacher look-alikes from things they found in nature and some other things I can't remember. I suggested to Mia's teach - the fabulous Mr. Carter - that we do some ice blocking. Of course they had never done that before so I headed out and bought some ice and taught them how. Unfortunately the other teachers we less-than-thrilled with this as he was not following protocol. I felt a little bad about suggesting it but when the kids had a fantastic time, I felt more bad for the kids in the other classes who didn't get to do it. Sometimes flexibility and embracing something new and different is a good thing. But what do I know. Probably if I were one of the other teachers I would have felt the exact same way. Okay, moving on….
Near the end of the day, we had class against class tug of wars. I joined in the pulling and it was rather enjoyable. We got second place, I think, in all of the classes.
There was also a girls against boys pull which the girls won easily (it should be said that girls outnumber the boys substantially - but I'm sure that is not the reason for the win….).
I was so grateful that Mr. Carter asked me to participate. I loved hanging out with the class and getting to know some of them better. A bunch of them ended up calling me mom and acting like my bratty children. It was quite delightful. I would love to be able to spend more time in my kids' classes. It is so fun and rewarding.
The last day of elementary school is always a picnic and it was, unfortunately, the cause of a bit of angst. One child wanting to go with his friends for the picnic, one wanting to go with her friends, and one parent being pulled in two directions (Eric came late). We survived thankfully, thanks to leaving Cade with Auntie Glenda and Cole. Lucy and I went to sit with some of her friends and their parents.
I tried to get a picture of Lucy with her teacher, Mrs. Penner, but she was pretty hard to track down (Lucy, that is). She was tearing around with her friends and I couldn't get her until it was too late.
Mia's last day of school was filled with even more angst. Not a good way to end the year….. girls treating other girls poorly - like they have no brains in their heads (which may or may not be true for some young teens). Thankfully my particular daughter has more than her fair share, so while her friends acted like complete morons, she was a voice of reason and comfort to those wounded.
Eric and I had headed over to the school to watch the big race…. The students, in teams, were supposed to put together "cars" to see if they could push one person about 100 meters without it falling apart. There were all kinds of stipulations about what you could or couldn't use. We helped Mia come up with a great plan that followed all the rules. Yes, we are rule followers. Then when we arrived at the school, the first thing we saw was all these "cars" that didn't follow the rules!! Like one rule was that they couldn't have axles - they could have wheels, but no axles. Mia's group was the only axle free "car" in the parking lot!
The sad part was that "The Sparkly Balloons" never even got to go on its first drive. Mia's team was no where to be found. Finally Mia came around and we discovered the reason behind their absence. It was because of the whole brainless business mentioned above. So we headed up to her classroom with her to try to see what we could do.
What we wanted to do was not what we did. We wanted to slap some foolish girls around for being completely selfish and unthinking, but what we did do was try to bring a little calm and sanity. And perhaps a little reason.
All of this to say, it did all get straightened out in the end…. although words are unfortunately not soon forgotten.
That was how the school year ended. Thankfully - extreme thanks - that is not at all a reflection of how the first school year in this fine town of Steinbach was. Thankfully, it was pretty great.
Wednesday was my delightful niece Timaya's birthday. The big 1-2. She likes the beach a lot, so that is where we needed to head, and head we did. It was a delightful day (slightly chilly at first), but how could it not be when surrounded by 9 8-13 year olds? Don't answer that.
Cade decided to work on his golf game with a sand ball and a shovel. Actually since he has never golfed before, I guess it would be hard to work on something that doesn't exist.
Glenda had the brilliant idea (usually I say something like that in mocked tones, but I am actually serious here) of bringing along the grill and doing up some burgers and dogs. The problem was that we were slight ignoramuses when it came to actually connecting the propane tank. We didn't think it could possibly as simple as it really looked. It was. We found that out after we asked some young, handsome whippersnapper to help us. But hey, in that, we found some new friends. BFFs - as in forever. They are from Alberta or something and had a really cute 6 week old baby girl named something that started with an M. See what I mean - BFFs. Moving on….
Cade, the guy who usually cowers from the camera, decided that he wanted to sneakily be in every picture. Not sure what was up with him that day, but you don't here me complaining. Nuh-uh.
Glenda got all fancy and cute with adorable itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot
bikini plates and napkins. Sorry, I started talking about what I was wearing at the beach. Just kidding!!!
I made some birthday cupcakes (quite delicious, I must say) - chocolate with brown butter buttercream. And we even had goodie bags. I decided then and there that one or two of my offspring should have been born in summer instead of all packed into the span of four and a half months. There seems to be a little more energy for extras when there is some time in between. I'm thinking that it might be too late for that now, anyway.
and a glorious time was had by all….