Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Cupcakes

My children bring home, stuffed into their backpacks, (approximately) 5,567,234,435,256 completed worksheets, spelling tests, current event essays, crossword and coloring pages, graded book reports, notes from the teacher, art projects, school bulletins, PTA messages, fundraiser solicitations, lunch money reminders, and math pages per week.

Entire rain forests have been annihilated, turned to pulp, and reconfigured as lined paper for my children's combined first years in public school.

Much paper comes home.
It's overwhelming.

But, like all decent mothers, I rifle through it all and try to separate the wheat from the considerable chaff.

This week, Patrick brought home some serious wheat.

May I proudly present to you.. on canvas of first grade paper.. and done in the medium of Crayola


"Cupcakes"




(insert shameless pride)

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Mama Preschool

Our favorite preschool teacher retired after Patrick's 4 year old class.

We try not to read too much into that.

Since we couldn't have our beloved Mrs. Heinicke, we decided to "home" preschool Samantha.

So far we haven't been overly structured although a friend has lent me an entire preschool curriculum which we'll start in September.

A mere two weeks into her laissez faire mama tutelage, Samantha can almost write her name (which is quite a feat when your name is eight letters long), is an accomplished Crayola artist, and enjoys story time. We're also currently practicing a "Days of the Week" song. She's almost got that down save for the occasional miss on "Thursday".

I'm enjoying my own foray back to childhood as well. Last week we constructed paper bag puppets and decorated them with yarn and crayons.



I am not ashamed to say that I am particularly proud of my rendition of the "Samantha" puppet.



Hey, some people build billion dollar skyscrapers, some people design runway apparel..


I make a mean paper bag puppet.




As I was snapping pictures, I asked Samantha what she was doing here with her "Mommy" puppet:



She responded, "I'm gluing your mouth shut."