Another week down the drain. It felt busy but when I used my Sunday brain to think about why....nothing really came to mind. Good thing I had these pictures in my camera to remind me of a couple of events. Ethan learned to snorkel at preschool. The mom in charge this week really went the extra mile and taught about deep sea creatures and gave each boy his own snorkeling gear. Doesn't really compare to that boring lesson I gave them on the Founding Fathers does it?
What else? We had a mock baseball game for FHE so everyone could remember which way you run the bases and how to react if a ball comes your way. Mitch will be starting tee-ball and Ike has his first year of coach pitch so any practice is helpful. Mitch just needs to learn that one you get on a base you aren't allowed to sit on it and pick dandelions. And Ike needs to remember that just because he is the fastest runner doesn't mean he is supposed to cover the entire outfield by himself. Should be a fun season.
Then there was this:
This was 'my' door to decorate at the school. It is teacher appreciation week and the PTA wanted every staff member's door adorned with some lovely banner. I got to do the PE teacher and thought a sports theme was very simple. I got my vision and my creative juices flowed and while at home I looked at my masterpiece and thought, 'Wow! I am one talented lady!'
And thus the cycle of my arts disease begins: I get excited, create the work, compare it to what my children can do, feel prideful, take it to display, see all the other mother's works of art where they use materials I've never even heard of, get embarrassed about mine, go home and accept that my real talents are in reading and make-believe games. I was good at art as a kid and I think that pride has stayed with me. But somewhere along the line, my skills have stayed at about an elementary school level and my brain forgets that when I eagerly agree to take on crafty projects.
So yes, there were several doors much more elaborate and clever than mine. I even took pictures of them to prove to Hub what a Big Deal this is. (I don't dare post them because what if they are really copyrighted and there's some national Door Decorating Contest and some poacher steals their idea from my site?I couldn't live with myself if that happened.)
Other great things happened this week that I didn't take pictures of. Like meeting my friend Debbie at the park for lunch before she headed back to sunny AZ. And it was awesome because for once I wasn't the mom who had the whiny kids clinging to her--that was Debbie! My kids were great and went off and played and I was that Mom who I am always jealous of. So thanks, D, for letting me be that lady for once. Or rather, thank your kids!
And that is all that I can think of. Or all that I can take time to share since there's a noise level in my house now that is not conducive with the Sabbath spirit. THE END.