School ended May 23, and that was over a month ago. Can I remember what happened? I'll use the pictures to jog my memory.
We had a Cinco de Mayo Celebración Cultural at Puesta del Sol for the Bilingual Program families. I signed up to help and they assigned me to make beans. I was nervous about making beans for a bunch of latino families, but I thought they turned out pretty well. Maybe a little underdone. Someday I'd like to be able to make beans as delicious as the ones at Sadie's here in town. I can practice. Vivien got to wear a big skirt and flowers in her hair.
Oh hello, myself in child-form with blue eyes.
The celebration began with a parade of Spanish-speaking countries' flags.
Are the pictures as blurry as my vision was? All the tears.
The kindergartners always dance to "El Son de la Negra" which is like the second national anthem of Mexico. Rafe has a fine skip.
Vivien's class danced to Pideme La Luna. I was going to trim the video, but I forgot. So here it is in its entirety.
Here's Vivi's class afterwards. I don't think we got one of Rafe's.
We stayed after for some dinner, then everyone got a snow cone and got all sticky, much to Daddy's chagrin. I went straight in to work from here. Hurray Spanish!
The kids had a bunch of Sunshine Generation performances for the end of the year. Here's Rafe working the crowd before the show.
And The Vivs goofing off.
I will spare you videos of my children knowing half the words and standing there with blank looks on their faces while their bodies twitch in the direction of what might be the choreography, standing next to the director's children who are just absolutely hamming it up. This is not their favorite thing to do, and I am done making them do it! So enjoy one last picture of my children in their Sunshine outfits. Rafe stands in his default on-the-spot posture. It's like a chicken wing/nail biting combination. I missed a lot of this performance because there is a recent convert who has a life story that I'm still not sure is 100% accurate that knocked over an enormous horchata onto the carpet a few minutes into it. I ran to the custodial closet to start getting it cleaned up and we were awkwardly mopping up horchata in the middle of the performance and then she asks me in a whisper if I think they would allow her to adopt a child, because she'd really like to raise a child in the gospel. I just really didn't know what to say to that one.
Let's see. There was an end of school dance for Activity Days. Here are Vivien and Aria getting ready to go.
We had Rafe's kindergarten graduation. I happened to have Allen that day and Drew was out of town, so it was SO much fun.
Please take note of what Rafe decided to wear for graduation. He woke up that morning and was adamant Ms. Stovall had instructed them to wear stripes. I have my theories that she was referring to a nice striped dress shirt, not striped t-shirt and non-matching striped wool socks with pants rolled up.
It's not much different than what he usually wears to school.
I guess he's just...different.
The ladies don't seem to mind.
Nor did Ms. Stovall.
Goodbye for the summer Puesta del Sol!
Goodbye 1st grade!
Goodbye kindergarten!
And goodbye watching Allen twice a week!
One day Annie threw a big fit because she didn't want Allen to sit next to her in the wagon "because he's gross!" Patrick heard her say it and told Krista, who asked me about it the next day. I sent her this picture and said that Allen likes to suck on things, which leads to slobberiness, which some 3 year old girls might find gross.
The very last day I watched Allen I had to go to Lowe's to pick up a bunch of bags of pea gravel to level the ground underneath the decking in my dog kennel. The cart was exceedingly heavy-laden and unwieldy, and the kids were all being hyper-crazy-nuts. I had navigated the entire store and checked out and the minivan was in sight when Allen tried to climb up on the cart that was stacked 3 feet tall, slipped, and fell into the road getting his hand wedged between the cart wheel and the asphalt.
There was weeping and wailing all the way home until I could get it dressed. I wrapped that sucker with a whole roll of gauze and he walked around the rest of the day with a white, gauzy boxing glove. Poor little guy!
It healed up just fine. And my children have enjoyed going over to the van Langen's house to play with Allen this summer because they are hard at work on their yard and have a fun play set now!
Also, good dirt that is now free of goat heads after they burned them all away with a torch.
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