Field Day and the End of School

Elijah had a freak fever, so he and I missed field day. Thankfully my good friend took Caitlyn (and my camera) so she wouldn't miss the fun.

I left the kids alone with a snack so I could quickly look at a recipe. I was only gone for seconds, but when I returned my sun had swiped his head with a sunscreen stick and a black crayon. I think we have a new suncare trend. I him up with Benadryl so he would feel better and rest during awards night. That plan backfired, and since I was a teacher with responsibilities I could not leave. I'm sure most of the parents wished I had taken him home and left my section of the final song to fend for themselves. Thankfully my friend stepped in towards the end with an iPad to keep him quiet.

Here is most of Caitlyn class reciting their Geometry facts. She was at a disadvantage because we learned them by singing them, and her teacher wanted it recited. I think she did well anyway!

I can't believe I will have a first grader on my hands in a few months...

Hey! Can I do it?

I assume it's going to pay off. One day I will have two wonderful, compliant older children who can cook and clean for me while I sit on the couch reading Lynn Austin. (Moms of teenagers - do NOT burst my bubble.)

Every task now is sooo slow. Either I am interrupted by the sound of a Lego box being dumped or lingering silence that indicates something far more sinister.

And every time I cook I hear, "Hey! Can I do dat? Can I hep you? Can I do it?" So I have 3 and 6 year olds who slowly but surely help me prepare our food from scratch. Dinner prep takes roughly 1/100th of the time dinner consumption consumes.

But I've noticed that lately my 6 year old is actually helpful when she helps me. And my 3 year old may not be so much, but he is the cutest chef in town. (No shoes, no shirt, no problem as he demonstrates how we made spaghetti sauce from a bunch of veggies that were past their prime.)

Eat your heart out Bobby Flay. He's coming for you.