Yesterday was crazy. It was a loooong day and started out with some kind of Fun Fitness thing on our playground before school. I didn’t know what it was about. We used to have something similar, but it didn’t work out well because the kids needed persmission slips and special bracelets in order to do a jumping jack on our blacktop before school. I completely understood the necessity behind this. I mean, when kids are on our playground during recess and they run full force into the tetherball poles or fall down in order to imbed asphalt into their shins, knees, and palms, it’s a free for all. It’s recess. Anything goes. But to have a professional fitness expert lead the kids in fitness exercises? No way. Not without a permission slip and the dreaded rubber bracelet that they can’t find and they just had it, and now let’s cry about it. It was kind of a nightmare.
So when this kind of came up yesterday, I was a little surprised. I remember permission slips coming in but I didn’t put two and two together. It didn’t work last time. Some kid actually exercised with the professional fitness expert and he didn’t have a permission slip. Stop the presses. Block the heart rates from pumping. Go put on some weight. Fitness? CANCELLED.
But we did have some sort of fitness program happening yesterday. On the same day that we were mandated to have our Valentine’s parties. Yes, mandated. Don’t ask. Just go with it. So it was a great way to start the day. The kids were really
hyper crazy out of their minds excited for the day ahead. Especially because all of their endorphins were firing. And I was the one getting hit. Pow! Pow! Pow!
Here’s how our day went:
We took a spelling test.
And then we had fun.
The party was great. I love my room parents because they pretty much take care of everything and then I just get to walk around and take pictures of everything happening.
My own personal mother made heart shaped sugar cookies for the kids to decorate. I am not a sugar cookie fan but I have heard from several different sources that my mom’s sugar cookies could win awards. If they gave awards for such a thing. I decorate them at Christmas time (she makes A MILLION and we have to decorate them) but I don’t really eat them. I would prefer if it sugar cookies had chocolate chips in them.
Anyways, a tiny little glitch in our perfect centers happened. We didn’t have enough knives for the frosting of the cookies. So the kids had to share. And they could NOT lick the knives, obviously. (and just in case you’re wondering, I’m talking about plastic knives. Let’s be clear.) We had to watch them like hawks. Or like doctors who know about contagious diseases.
One of my little guys said, “Really? We can’t lick the knives?” with his knife poised near his mouth.
The parent said, “No. But you can eat your cookie.” Would Reagan call this Dream Squashing?
He said, “Well, back in my day, we got to lick the knives.”
Back in his day. Well, back in my day, a kid got his finger cut off in the bathroom door. So let’s not put a knife in our mouth, buster.
One of our second grade teachers had a Valentine pancake breakfast. I believe that she did it for the sole purpose of making me look bad. Because now my room parents want to know when we can have a pancake breakfast. And folks, we have strict rules about three parties, and three parties only. Let’s count: Winter, Valentine’s and End of the Year. That’s it. And with the Cops wandering around everywhere, I don’t know how I’m going to accomplish this. The room parents said it would be great to do it in the spring. Say, around St. Patrick’s Day. In other words, just a month away. Any ideas on how I can get away with this?
I now have to talk to my second grade teacher friend and give her lots and lots of thanks. I mean, what an inspiration she is. 🙂 Seriously, though, she is fantastic and I took pictures of her adorable room. She gave me permission (or did she actually tell me to “PUT THIS ON YOUR BLOG”?) to post these pics. She has a bee themed classroom, FYI.