Happenings in May

Compared to our busy April, May was a calm month. 

 

Boston made ears during nursery.

 

Stephen tried out “planking” in DSW.

 

We discovered that the movie Matilda is a little intense for Boston.  He hid in his blanket like this for a good portion of the movie.

 

Stephen finished out his Preschool year.  I asked his teachers if the kids should dress up for their little end of year “thing” which I refuse to call a graduation.  She said that some kids did.  Well, not wanting to be underdressed, I put him in his Sunday clothes.  We made these cute little owl bags (via Pinterest) that said “Thanks for making me wiser!” and contained Dove chocolates and $5 Target gift cards. 

*A word on teacher gifts from a former teacher.  While (most) teachers really don’t expect gifts at all,  if you feel the need to give, teachers most appreciate the same kind of stuff that you would appreciate.  Good chocolate, money, gift cards, movie tickets, etc.  They don’t decorate their houses with all that apple/crayon/ruler stuff and classrooms can only hold so much.  “To teach is to touch a life forever” printed on anything = no no.  No matter how cute it may be, if it doesn’t have a use and you wouldn’t like it in your house don’t bother.  I know what you are thinking, how rude to be so critical.  After all, it is the thought that counts.  True, so be thoughtful about what you are wasting spending your money on.

 

Yeah, that is his teacher wearing shorts, so whatever. The aide is wearing a skirt at least.

 

There was one little girl that dressed up as nice as Stephen. Stephen loved preschool and had so much fun throughout the whole school year.

 

They had a final class party at a splash pad.  While there I saw Stephen’s stolen backpack sitting on the table, full of someone else’s stuff.  Yeah, real classy.  First, let your kid steal a backpack and then bring it to the end of the year class party to hold your towel and sunscreen.  Nice.  I was so shocked that I didn’t know quite how to handle things so I was a wimp and did nothing.  Of course the whole way home I thought of a million ways I could have reclaimed that (practically new since he rarely used it) backpack.

 

More random pictures…

 

Sunday afternoon naps are the best.

I prefer mine in a less precarious place, but Stephen isn’t so picky.

 

My gorgeous-eyed Boston sporting a Nutella ‘stache.