This is not the normal gripe and grit, however, it reeks of sweat and elbow grease used so profusely I may just have tennis elbow... My daughter is turning seven this weekend. I am delighted! Party planning and finding that perfect gift ... in process.
My daughter's teacher, and I love her so, made it more interesting by making this also the week my child is Star Student. OOOOOOhh. It is very cool and fun, and helps your child to talk about themselves in an encouraging way and to share themselves with their fellow classmates.
A whole week of wonderful creative ways for my daughter to express herself. Since we had a holiday today, tomorrow will be a full day for my girl. A bag was sent home with instructions for her to place three items that are important to her, a show and tell of sorts. So, insert canoe paddle, china doll and ballet trophy. Yes, a canoe paddle, her very own child sized one.
Then, choose a book to share with the class. She chose Magic Thinks Big. A family standard. (wow)
Fill out a sheet of her favorite things: movie Red Dog (oh I love my kid), a picture of her, and of her family, favorite food, favorite treat and her birthday.
Then: send in pictures to share OR make a PowerPoint presentation, send a video or poster board with photo highlights...
Let's just say that PowerPoint presentation saved me precious printer ink and album spaces... but kept me up very late.
OKKKK.
All that is packaged up for school.
But wait there's more. On Thursday, we get to have lunch with our daughter and are bringing mini-cupcakes for the class. School rules insist upon items purchased with ingredients: thus most parents include radioactive treats from the local supermarket. Last time, my daughter got sick from the icing. So, I spent more time finding a bakery that would make a cupcake palatable. I found one, and it was expensive.. I about gagged... but I was committed. Thirty six mini-cupcakes packaged with ingredients that read: sugar, flour, eggs..
Last job for star student will be to write a letter to the class telling them why my daughter is so special to me. I tear up at this point wondering how to fit such a powerful emotion into a Kid Sized vocabulary. How can I express to twenty four seven year olds the simple fact that my daughter is my greatest treasure? I'll be sure to blog excerpts from tomorrow's late night session.
Meanwhile, I am planning a party painting pottery and try to hide my excitement over two presents. One: I bought a portable record player and she can have her own little goldfish... She is getting my 45 collection, the whole batch... because she went nuts over them when we last hung out in my DJ room. She asked for a record player. Dreams do come true.
My dreams didn't include going through first grade again in the age of PowerPoint, but when her eyes lit up over my creation, I guess that's all that matters.
My daughter's teacher, and I love her so, made it more interesting by making this also the week my child is Star Student. OOOOOOhh. It is very cool and fun, and helps your child to talk about themselves in an encouraging way and to share themselves with their fellow classmates.
A whole week of wonderful creative ways for my daughter to express herself. Since we had a holiday today, tomorrow will be a full day for my girl. A bag was sent home with instructions for her to place three items that are important to her, a show and tell of sorts. So, insert canoe paddle, china doll and ballet trophy. Yes, a canoe paddle, her very own child sized one.
Then, choose a book to share with the class. She chose Magic Thinks Big. A family standard. (wow)
Fill out a sheet of her favorite things: movie Red Dog (oh I love my kid), a picture of her, and of her family, favorite food, favorite treat and her birthday.
Then: send in pictures to share OR make a PowerPoint presentation, send a video or poster board with photo highlights...
Let's just say that PowerPoint presentation saved me precious printer ink and album spaces... but kept me up very late.
OKKKK.
All that is packaged up for school.
But wait there's more. On Thursday, we get to have lunch with our daughter and are bringing mini-cupcakes for the class. School rules insist upon items purchased with ingredients: thus most parents include radioactive treats from the local supermarket. Last time, my daughter got sick from the icing. So, I spent more time finding a bakery that would make a cupcake palatable. I found one, and it was expensive.. I about gagged... but I was committed. Thirty six mini-cupcakes packaged with ingredients that read: sugar, flour, eggs..
Last job for star student will be to write a letter to the class telling them why my daughter is so special to me. I tear up at this point wondering how to fit such a powerful emotion into a Kid Sized vocabulary. How can I express to twenty four seven year olds the simple fact that my daughter is my greatest treasure? I'll be sure to blog excerpts from tomorrow's late night session.
Meanwhile, I am planning a party painting pottery and try to hide my excitement over two presents. One: I bought a portable record player and she can have her own little goldfish... She is getting my 45 collection, the whole batch... because she went nuts over them when we last hung out in my DJ room. She asked for a record player. Dreams do come true.
My dreams didn't include going through first grade again in the age of PowerPoint, but when her eyes lit up over my creation, I guess that's all that matters.
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