Let's reminisce, shall we? Part two

March
(in no particular order and not including the elusive Road Show)

Field Day

Even handsome when he's working up a sweat!

(It must be noted that Paige took 2nd in the Dash out of all the 3rd grade girls)

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St. Patty's Day

Green breakfast---appetizing.

Rainbow cupcakes.

Magic.

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Star Student of the Week

(I look half asleep, but whatev.)

Our family was invited to Trev's class where he shared his favorite book, "Toy Story 2", heard his special spotlight, and shared yummy treats.



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Paige's 9th Birthday

Theme: (for there is always a theme)

A Night at the Movies

Invitation: A customized movie ticket

Cake: No cake this year. {gasp} She wanted Sugar Cookies--we shaped them like popcorn bags

Entertainment: Paige and friends made a movie, brought to you by "A Paige Party Production" and was entitled, "The Mystery of the Missing Jazzy Award". Paige and I "wrote" the "script" (both loose terms) and collected any and all costumes. Man, it was a serious hoot.

Scene: Eliza Belle in her dressing room after winning her Jazzy Award

Are you hooked?

The girls enjoying their debut.

Happy Birthday Paige!

You are a star, on and off the screen.

You make side ponytails look good.

You are a wiz on the computer. Mizz "Oh ya, mom-- I made a Power Point Presentation at school today."....of course, you did.

You complete a chapter book faster than I can put on my makeup. Almost.

You are a lovely pianist.

You are a beautiful singer.

You are great at massaging my head.

You are too big for your britches.

You are an inspiration as a missionary, sharing the good news.

You are on your knees, by your bed when I walk past your room.

Love you, Missy.

A good Read.

Have you read this book?

It's a real pageturner.




The End.

Santa's Lap

Round One

Waiting to whisper.

Whispering.

Evaluating.

A bajillion photos--Disney style.

{Waiting for the big kids and daddy to get off the "Indiana Jones" ride.}

{It must be said that Trevor was boogying down during this entire parade/show. I just couldn't seem to capture it.}

Cousin Elijah joined us for the 2nd evening.

Whew. I'm tired.

She's always had long, pretty fingers.

Paige had her first piano recital and rose to the occasion. She perfectly played, "The Mermaid Song" and "Redeemer of Israel" for our intimate audience.

I think the "cherry" shirt gave her good luck. Also, the cute side bun that she fashioned herself.

We love her teacher and I thank the heavens that we have her. Paige's mother {me} vaguely entertained the idea of teaching her in these beginning stages, but we are both happier now that I am out of the equation all together and she has this lovely woman to teach her instead.

I try not to beam too much when I hear Ms. Paige play. My favorite is when she sits down at the piano to a song that I am working on and begins to sight read the notes and sings along. When she drags her feet to the piano, I remind her that she has a natural talent and God wants her to use it to bless others--not hide it.

Plus, he didn't give her those beautiful fingers fer nothin'.

Dating a 4-year-old

{Truly, this child was enjoying the evening, but this is how he says, "Cheese!"}

Remember how we like to take our children out on one-on-one dates when it's birthday time?

Good. I thought you forgot.

Well, Preston was rousing company and we had a great time "at that Pizzookie place"--our local BJ's.

He ate.

He approved.

He danced.


Yes. Danced.

He made a wish on a Pizzookie.

Which always renders happy results.

Oh, how we love Preston.

"Equality for 8-year-olds!"

A conversation had in the kitchen. Of our home. Between my daughter and myself. While I was emptying the dishwasher. After school.

Mom, sometimes I just wish I could be normal!

Hmm...what do you mean, honey?

I just wish I was...(hmpf!) normal!

Okay, I guess I need more information, Paige. What do you mean by "normal"?

(preceeded by what can only be described as a growl) Just--every other kid my age gets to come home after school and--and eat Cheetos and play video games!!

Ohhh....that's awesome for them. But, aren't you happy with apple slices and reading?

It's not fair!

It was then that I realized I was a better mother than I thought.

Braverism

All four cherubs had their flu shots yesterday.

They were all so brave.

Preston had five--FIVE shots because it was his "well visit".

There was nothing "well" about it.

It was torture for this poor kiddo.

There were two nurses in there and when Pres started the wailing, one said to the other,

Um, go get Moses.

Moses??

So, in comes Moses, a male nurse to help hold down Preston's legs.

Pinned down and shot five times in the legs.

And he screamed so loud that the next victim in the waiting room ran for his life...there was not a soul in that office that did not hear our young man's lung capacity.

{sigh}
So, then he called grandma and grandpa and told them all about his experience...

Grandma, I got five shots and five bandages (yes, he called them that) ...and then Trevor took off the bandages very softly for me.

Oh, I'm sorry Preston. Did the shots hurt?

Yeah.

Did you cry?

Yeah...a little.