I’m going to catch you up on my week with a little Five for Friday action.
Murphie’s first time at the Dog Beach. Actually, our first time, too. As much as my hubby wants Murphie to be a swimmer, she is much more of a land lover. (As well as a bird lover, lizard lover, ball lover, treat lover, people lover, and kid lover to name a few.) It was cold and windy so not my idea of a great beach day, but it was fun to see Murphie show off in front of the other humans and their dogs because, quite simply, she is the best dog in all the land. And I am in no way biased. Seriously. The certificate that I made up on my computer says she is the best dog in all the land.
Nursing pads? What?
Well, the sweet hubs did all the grocery shopping this week. We usually go together and call it Quality Family Time, but this particular week I was drowning in all things Open House and Mother’s Day and Assessments so family time went by the wayside. One of the items on the grocery list was Cotton Rounds. I use cotton rounds to take off my eye makeup. And fingernail polish. And whatever else I deem necessary to remove.
Apparently, nursing pads are the new cotton rounds. Bigger! Softer! More absorbent than cotton rounds! Pick yourself up a box today! As well as removing your eye makeup, you can just use the whole pad as a loofah!
And then I gave them to a friend at school who is actually nursing an infant. Because I am not. Clearly.
These cute blocks were from a family for Teacher Appreciation. They spell out my whole last name which I’ve told you before, but now I am trying to stay on the down low. You know – even with FB and Instagram and Whatever Else I Can Use To Get Myself Out There Because I Am Needy. Anyways, I am IN LOVE with these blocks. They go with my Pioneer theme for Open House! And, even though the last letter block has a pistol on it, I don’t care.
I mean, it’s perfectly acceptable, right? It doesn’t matter that a third grader was suspended THE SAME DAY for saying to one of my first graders that he had a gun. Even though he didn’t. Pistol schmistol is what I always say.
Our school piloted a Relay for Recess which is a fun spin on Relay for Life. It was really just a Free for All Recess, but you had to stay with your whole class the whole time instead of going to the lounge to see what kind of food was up for grab on the tables.
But it was a really cool event and each class made banners to hang up on our fence . . . first grade had each student decorate the first initial of their first name and then each class took a letter/symbol so that we had the Stand Up 2 Cancer logo.
Let’s not tell my room mom that she actually spelled out BRA.
We also walked the track and had a couple of speakers including one of our own teachers who is in remission and his student who is also in remission.
What was special for my class (and me) was that one of my students was a bone marrow donor for his little brother who had lukemia. His little brother took a Survivor’s lap around the track and ran that thing with all his might — our class was chanting his name and the whole school was screaming and cheering for him — it was INCREDIBLE.
It is perfectly natural to cry at recess. I see kids do it all the time.
We ended the week with our Teacher Appreciation luncheon hosted by PTA. It was a Sports theme this year and absolutely adorable. No detail went unnoticed.
And the menu? HOLY DELICIOUS FOOD. I ate what I would normally eat in an entire weekend in a 30 minute lunch period.
Hotdogs, chili, and hotdog fixings, Jersey Mike sandwiches, coleslaw, potato salad, chips of all kinds which created a dilemma (Nacho Cheese Doritos or Cheetos?), Drumsticks, Dove Bars, and chocolate covered sprinkled bedazzled pretzel rods. The moms walked around with those trays around their necks like at real ballgames. So fun!
I was pretty sick afterward, but it was well worth it. Like most junk food.
And that’s my Five for Friday.
Today, we have the family coming over for Mother’s Day. We always host Mother’s Day so my mom and sister don’t have to do anything. And since my hubby is the cook, I don’t have to do anything either. It works out perfect.