Preschool Graduation

I admit it, I am not a fan of the preschool graduation.  I AM a fan of the preschool end of year celebration, so I decided to view FFM's graduation as such.  Turns out that's exactly what it was except the celebrants dressed in graduation gowns.

Here are the doors we've entered every Tuesday and Thursday for the past two years.

FFM and his friend Sophie.  His friend David is there in the background.

Getting graduation gowns on.  Mrs. Kyleberg was one of his teachers this year.

 An attempt at a shot of his whole class.  Note all the kids are looking away from the camera.

The song "I'm Going to Kindergarten Because I'm FIVE."  Even though he's not quite five yet...

Getting his certificate and t-shirt from his favorite teacher, Ms. Cindy.

 We bailed on the claustrophobic, cramped and loud cake and ice cream social after and instead went to Queen's Dairy, a.k.a Dairy Queen, with our friend Julia and her Dad.

 It was way more fun, the Dads got to speak engineer speak for an hour and the kids and I played hide and seek and all manner of other games too goofy for the Dads.

FFM's having a hard time calling himself a Kindergartener, my guess is that will pass soon enough. We are both ready, we'll see how we do on the first day of school.

Field Day

What's the end of school without a field day?

What was FFM's favorite part?  His new hat that he picked out.  He looks like a little old retired man in all plaid.

Dance, Dance, Dance

Last week we were gone for about a week to visit family and attend a wedding in Kansas City.  I have to admit, I was unprepared to have as much fun as I did.

We were able to spend a couple of days visiting with my grandparents who live in a smaller town about an hour outside of KC.  Who knew FFM's first camel ride would be in Kansas?

There was a visiting "Educational Petting Zoo" in town, complete with exotic animals like kangaroo (he was not impressed), zebra, goats, and a porcupine (he was impressed).  I found out my only grown up girl cousin (my only other girl cousin is in grade school still) is going to have a baby.  And to top it all off we got to attend the wedding of my cousin Matt and Lindsey.  What a great week!

Mr. Man was so proud to be Matt and Lindsey's Ringbearer.  He's turning into a real pro.  If he wasn't already my kiddo I might have just stolen him right out the church he was so cute.  As it was I had to tackle the Father the Bride to get him out of the reception, FOTB was pretty sure FFM needed to stay in KC and hang out for a while.

Aren't they just a stunning couple?  I am so lucky to have a such lovely family, and these two are just the cutest, sweetest pair you've ever met.

The wedding was probably the most FUN wedding I've ever been to.  FFM definitely had a blast and had to be dragged from the dance floor, sweat and bridesmaids dripping off of him, when it was many, many hours past his bedtime.

 I learned a new thing about our child that night.  He is a DANCING MACHINE.  He has some dancing gene that skipped his Dad and I and he's got moves that no nearly five year old should have. Toss in no fear of girls and endless energy and you're all set up for a rowdy night on the dance floor.

 Yes, he really is dancing with all three of those bridesmaids at once.  I attempted to extricate him so they could dance with men their own age and they kept dragging FFM back in.

 Showing off his fancy moves with Granny Annie.

FFM had been dancing with that group of girls on the left and the bridesmaids snagged him back up again.  When we left several young men teased us and commented that now they would actually have a chance to dance with the ladies.

When we finally left his hair was wet like he'd just stepped out of a shower and his shirt clung to his back.  I'm just not sure where to take a young man out dancing, anyone have any weddings we can take him to anytime soon?  

Waiting for Tomatoes

The rule of thumb my Mom tells me is that we have to have nights consistently above 50F for tomato plants to thrive here. We haven't had that yet despite a couple hot days. I'm ready to plant some tomatoes!

The Soul Becomes Dyed With The Color of Its Thoughts

--Marcus Aurelius

My soul must be rainbow tie dyed with sparkly iridescent glitter.  I've had color on the brain.  Color is trendy and hot right now, but I've loved color my whole life.  When I lived overseas I bucked the trend of black, gray, and grey spiced up with white, and I wore Color.  I was so obviously not a local.

I am SO HAPPY!  Color is everywhere!  I can find cool colors of nail polish!  And colored pants!  And colored shoes!  and, and, colored colors for my HAIR!

OK, I did discuss this with my stylist before jumping in.  I did it the appointment AFTER we talked about it.  I did not want to look like that old lady trying to pull of a tween style.  Then I went to California on vacation (after I'd had said color in my hair for a month) and saw all stripes of life with fun color.

Purple highlights!  My pint sized photographer, and biggest fan of purple hair, did the best he could. Cutting out the top of my head was the best of the worst of his shots.