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May 15, 2008

Finale Rally

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It's been fun, but I'm glad it's over.  Grayson had his kindergarten graduation (Finale Rally) on Tuesday night, and his last day of class was today.  The graduation ceremony was adorable.  It was luau themed, so all our little cuties wore Hawaiian print shirts and white bottoms (incidentally, you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find white shorts in boys size 8!). 

Grayson did wonderfully at his speaking parts and at his turn on the xylophone.

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There were two moments in the night that really made me extra proud.  One was during a song when the kid's backs were facing us and they were supposed to put on sunglasses and turn around, looking all joe cool.  I could tell Grayson was having some sort of problem, but I couldn't tell what it was.  When he turned around, his glasses were crooked, but he went on through the song and did it perfectly.  It turned out that one of the arms had broken off his glasses.  What made me so proud was that instead of having a come-apart on stage or crying or sitting down, he just rolled with it.  He wouldn't have done that a year ago.  It really showed me how much he has matured in the last school year.

The other one was after the ceremony.  One of the other moms pulled me to the side, and as we were talking she said, "Andrew [her husband] and I were talking about it earlier, and we just think Grayson is great.  There's something special about him.  You can tell already by how well his character has developed that he is not an average little boy."  Of course Jeff and I feel that way about Grayson, but for someone else to say all those things about him is pretty awesome. 

May 12, 2008

Playing Chicken

About two weeks ago, Farmer Bunny (that's what they call her) brought a whole bunch of chicken eggs for Grayson's class to incubate.  They've been keeping egg journals and learning all about chickens and how they hatch.  Last week they all broke free, and the kids have been SO excited everyday.  Grant loves walking Grayson to class anyway, but since the chicks have been there it has been the highlight of his day.  Well, the chickens are going to their permanent homes tomorrow, so all the kids that wanted to got to have a chick spend the night with them tonight!  We took one of our build-a-bear boxes to bring our chick home in, and the teacher supplied it with all things chickish.

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I hope our poor chickie makes it through the night... he just might get loved to death.  Grant keeps picking him up and saying, "Aww, dis chickie's mah beft fwend, mawm.  He wuvs me awot, dun' he?"

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I keep explaining that chickie can be his best friend for tonight, but that after that he's leaving...  I get the feeling that he doesn't quite understand.

May 01, 2008

Field Day Champ

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Hmm... no, that can't be right.  Five blue ribbons?  Wait.  Let me count again.  Let's see, that's one for the fifty yard dash, one for the ball throw, one for the obtacle course, one for jumping rope, and one for seed spitting.  Yep, that's five blue first place ribbons for m'boy.  Then there were three second place and one third.  I was a pretty proud momma at Field Day, and it was so wonderful to see Grayson's confidence grow with each race.

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April 16, 2008

Captain Consonant

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I think my little man is going to be in for a rude awakening when he goes to a normal school next year.  His class just had their fourth or fifth party this semester.  The theme to this one was "Captain Consonant and the Letter Pirates," and the kids got to wear their pirate garb all day long.  It was such a fun way to practice the letters, blends, and sight words they've been working on.  I don't remember anything half that cool when I was in school! 

The remaining month of school involves: hatching chicks in the classroom, kite day, field day, graduation (a luau theme), and a swimming party.  And the boy still complains about going to school.  Gimme a break!