May Masthead

If you actually visit this blog and don't just use a reader service, you may be asking what in the world is the deal with my masthead? That's the thing with all of the pictures at the top of this blog. FYI.

We had the class pet, Marlow visit our home this weekend and we had to take the stuffed animal everywhere that we went. The last time we did this, Asher got seriously ill and missed school for half-a-week. So you can imagine the excitement when he was presented back in the backpack for this past weekend.

But took Marlow around and he had quite an adventure to tell. Thankfully, I used the collage making pages at picnik.com to help me actually complete the project because you don't think that a kindergartner knows how to upload pictures, write paragraphs and layout scrapbook pages do you? Nope. This is my project.
Again.
So, I am taking you all along for our little journey.
Here are the pictures from the weekend that I had to capture. Enjoy.

 Asher is thrilled to have Marlow come home again. 

 Marlow in the hammock.

 Marlow playing soccer.

 Marlow helping me coach soccer.

 Marlow on the monkey bars.

 Marlow got beasted on the slide.

 Can you feel the love?

 Asher serenading the neigh-borhood. Get it? "Neigh"

 Marlow at church. Yes, I took this picture. Yes, the people next to me moved a little further away from me when I did. Like I might think this horse is real. 

 The pigs in downtown Asheville at the Big Love Fest. 

We had Big Love for Marlow. Why not?

 Marlow at a Pig Pickin' for YL. The irony was not lost on him. 

Wide Open Spaces with Marlow.

Now Marlow is sitting on my kitchen table waiting to get packed up to go back to elementary school tomorrow. 

Tell me I don't have to do 700 more school projects like this. 

Tell me that this is not setting me up to do 700 more projects like this. 

What?

I am so completely confused by this.

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Not Such A Good Day

Scrump-diddly-umptious

Lucy started dance classes today.
Modern dance is what is being offered.
Can you just imagine?

I don't think that a soccer uniform will look nearly as cute as this sassy little number.

Another mom was in there and told me that Lucy wanted to change the music the whole time.
Just like her mom.


Also, get used to seeing pictures taken from this location.
The lighting plus the neutral background is sure to be seen for years to come!

What were you thinking?

This morning, I took my kids to their nursery school. It is a pretty tame place within a church building. They host a co-op of home school teenagers during the same time that my kids are there. It is nice to see high school students and pre-schoolers mingling together.

Except for today.

This morning, I was getting my kids out of the car when I saw a teenage boy walking past us into the school dressed (I am not exaggerating at all) in head-to-toe camo, with a black hat on this head that covered his ears, chin, and most of his face. On his eyes he wore dark glasses and was carrying a large bag into school. He pretty much looked like the Columbine shooters.

I saw his mom then PARK the car and walk in to chat with her friends inside the school.

OKay, I get that trust your kid implicitly. That this MIGHT not even cross your mind that you raised what looks like the Unabomber. I want to have understanding.

Except that it has only been a year since Virginia Tech. Columbine is not such a dim memory that you can just dress like that and walk into an educational environment and no one will raise an eyebrow.

I spent the rest of the morning trying to justify why I left my kids there and didn't immediately turn around and go home. I honestly did not know how to address the situation.

After several hours of being gone, I returned early to the school and spoke with the director about my concerns. She told me, "It's the end of the year. They might have had a dress up day or skits or something."

That's nice. How about not having a school shooting dress up day?
How would any of you handled this? I seriously felt like I was overreacting and that nobody else seemed to have a problem with this. But it freaked me out-BIG TIME. And it was the first time that I have ever felt threatened, that I thought my kids could be a target. I hate this.