Macy's favorite show right now is Jake and the Neverland Pirates. She loves to pretend and tells me that I get to be her friend, Marina the Mermaid. This morning, after she woke up for the second time (after climbing in my bed to finish up her last hour or two of sleep) she declared that we should now get out of bed, and that she would help. She hopped out, waved her hands over my prone form, and enthusiastically sprinkled some pixiedust all over me. We flew right into the kitchen for breakfast, arms outstretched.
Macy has also recently started the bad? habit of twirling her hair with her left hand. Super cute and girly! Not sure where she gets it, but I might have to pay a little closer attention to Jake and the Neverland Pirates?
Commercial Break brought to you by Boston and friends: I went upstairs to finish up some no-bake peanut butter bars, close as I can come to the fabulous ones they used to serve at my high school. (Does anyone have the actual recipe for those?) Cooper hovered the entire time, he is my peanut butter freak and was so excited. As soon as I was done, he rushed down stairs to tell Boston and his buddy that they were ready. Then they all thundered back up stairs. A few lip smacking moments later, Boston's friend asks, "Are these peanut butter bars homemade?" (This was a welcome change of topic, a minute before he had been pestering me to put his birthday on my calendar. Sorry, no.) I smiled and was about to answer, but Boston interrupted and said, "My Mom makes sure-good stuff, right?"
Last night was SEP conferences. (For those of you who don't have to participate, this is a slightly silly, although I concede it has its good points, Student-Educator-Parent appointment. Silly because how do you get any of the dirt if the student comes along? Or dish it, for that matter? Whatever happened to plain old parent-teacher conferences? Good thing I didn't have anything to complain about.)
We told the kids that if the teachers told us that they had been good, we would go out to Arctic Circle for some ice cream cones. (Well, Leslie got a full cone. Boston probably would have liked one, but he's still short enough for us to be cheapos and let him slide with a courtesy cone. I had a Nutter Butter Shake and Mark had Rasberry Cheesecake Oreo. Mmm. I did share a little with Boston, okay? Plus, he and the other two get to play on the playground, so it's not such a bad deal.)
Leslie's SEP conferences always go well because she is such a good student, always straight As. This meeting was a little bit sad, though, because after her teacher made a crack about wanting to keep her in the class next year, too, Leslie tried to tell her about her 4th grade teacher she really liked who made a big deal about her having to move away in the middle of the year. It was a funny story, but she got all teary and we had to change the subject. Poor kid. That was really hard for her to move mid school year, and the emotions are still flaring up more than a year later. (Of course, the emotional part may have more to do with the pre-teen stuff...I'm bracing myself.)
Boston also had a great report card, all As, and a great conference. Mark and I are so happy to hear that he does well in school and that he doesn't cause any problems. The teacher promised! (We double checked once his back was turned.) You know he is our rascal, so we are very glad that he leaves that at home and shows respect to his teacher and classmates. His reading skills have shot way up and his teacher also shared one great story. She told Boston that she was so proud of him for going right up to the recently new student they had in class and asking him to be his friend. (She said this sort of thing was typical for him.) We were proud, too! Good job Bossman.
Cooper and Macy were very good during the conferences. Cooper made us laugh when Leslie's teacher was showing off some of her work. The teacher showed a writing assignment short story that Leslie had done and Cooper piped right up in surprise. "Wow! I never saw a story on paper before!" We laughed. I think he meant he didn't know that you could write a story down yourself. He's really into writing words and names and loves to spend time at the table with paper and crayons and pencils, labeling his pictures
I probably better stop with my story writing for today. It's nice when my kids give me such good material. All true.