It's that time of year, spring preschool programs and end of school celebrations for the kindergartner, even though we still have six more actual school days. Last week, Reina had her spring program and it was delightful, as usual. She knew all of the songs by heart and took her job very seriously. She's the stern looking yellow flower in the middle.
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| Taking a break while the big kids take a turn. |
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| She looks so serious but she did crack a smile here and there. |
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| There's the smile! And a cookie to match the dress and the headdress. |
Yesterday was Will's kindergarten graduation and end-of-school-year program. First up was the graduation which was nicely low-key and held in their classroom. The teacher had "Pomp & Circumstance" playing but luckily she turned it off before I completely lost it. Wailing and gnashing of teeth "MY BABY! MY BABY IS GROWING UP" would've been unsightly. I was too worried about missing the photo opportunity and accidentally turned my camera off and barely had time to snap him walking away with his DIPLOMA so this wide shot of the room is all you get. On a somewhat serious note, it was so neat to see how much all of the kiddos have grown up since September. They were shy, quiet little kids on the first day of school and at graduation, they knew the rules, they clapped for each other and acted like well, first-graders.
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| That's our big boy! |
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| Sob. He had another 'graduation' certificate that he filled out on his own. Favorite color? Green. Favorite book? Magic Tree House. When I grow up, I want to be: Plees (Police). Huh. That's a new one and at least it's not Pirate. |
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| Will and Mrs. Jackson. She's moving to second grade so we're hopeful we'll see her again in another year. What a great start to his public education. |
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| In between the graduation festivities and the program, the parents got to go outside for recess. How fun! |
Recess time. A million kindergartners who've just eaten a bowl full of chocolate trail mix (mini snickers, mini marshmallows, m&m's and pretzels) and punch go outside for 15 minutes to burn it off. And calorie-counting wise? They probably did. There was so much running and jumping and screaming and tag and please-don't-break-an-arm (that was me) that everyone was sufficiently exercised in time for the program. (A side note: I can never ever ever be a recess patrol person. I'd need a Xanax or some over tranquilizing drug. I'm pretty used to rough and tumble and I-can't-believe-you-just-did-that with Will in the house, but all of them combined? Seriously amazing there isn't more bloodshed.)
So back inside, the parents found seats and the kindergartners put on their costumes. For the record, I tried to convince Will that he might want to dress up today but he would have none of it and it wasn't a battle worth fighting that morning. He was Spring.
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| There were a lot of arm movements and clapping and snapping and hip shaking. I wished I would've had a video camera instead. |
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| When it was Spring's turn to be showcased, there was an interpretive dance to Vivaldi that involved scarves and serious marching and a mom who was almost crying (from mirth). |
God bless the elementary school teachers who spend the time to teach our little monsters.
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