Just because teachers don't do nearly enough, spending hours of dumbed-down time twiddling their thumbs in a boredom-induced stupor (nope, can't drip with any more sarcasm there), Elijah's amazing 1st grade teacher, Mrs. Minette, organized her 3rd annual Thanksgiving play.
(Yes, this is late in coming. But it IS before Christmas, so I chalk the "win" column).
It just so happens that we - delightedly - had Mrs. Minette for Kindergarten, as well, with Grace. She's fantastic, and we're so blessed to have her again. When she transferred to 1st grade, she pieced together this wonderful alphabet story of Thanksgiving, and her kiddos work hard each year to have one morning parents & loved ones come to hear them perform it.
Afterward, we enjoyed some hot cocoa in the classroom - a little event that this age-group still thinks is like having rock stars come to their space.
Sigh. Before long, my charming guy will hover more than a foot above me, and I'll be marveling at how quickly time sped along. Yet, for now, I'll relish his excitement at Nana standing near, at having Grace skip class to see him, and at how happy he was in this moment...basking in the middle-child rarity of sitting smack dab in the center of attention.
Reciting the letter "X".
(Yes, this is late in coming. But it IS before Christmas, so I chalk the "win" column).
It just so happens that we - delightedly - had Mrs. Minette for Kindergarten, as well, with Grace. She's fantastic, and we're so blessed to have her again. When she transferred to 1st grade, she pieced together this wonderful alphabet story of Thanksgiving, and her kiddos work hard each year to have one morning parents & loved ones come to hear them perform it.
They even have homemade hats! I mean....phenomenal!
Afterward, we enjoyed some hot cocoa in the classroom - a little event that this age-group still thinks is like having rock stars come to their space.
Sigh. Before long, my charming guy will hover more than a foot above me, and I'll be marveling at how quickly time sped along. Yet, for now, I'll relish his excitement at Nana standing near, at having Grace skip class to see him, and at how happy he was in this moment...basking in the middle-child rarity of sitting smack dab in the center of attention.
Reciting the letter "X".
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