Chill. Life is good.
It's almost the end of the school year. Time for wrapping up academics, end of the year recitals, final soccer games, a fond farewell to structure, and an eager and overdue hello to sunshine.
I love it when it's nice enough to do school outside. Especially when Violet decides on a getup like this.
Why yes, that is McGuffey's Eclectic Primer. Do you remember it?
I certainly do. "I see the boys and girls with their books and slates." And, "Look! There are John and Sue by the mill pond." Oh, a simpler time. When kids were named John and Sue instead of Wingspan and Banjo. (Thanks to Tina Fey for that one.)
I am so proud to have a southpaw boy. I know he gets frustrated that the cord on the magna-doodle stylus is too short, and scissors are hard to use, and he has to use most toys backwards, but I happen to love being a lefty. One day, when he's interested, I'll tell him all about the long, proud history of southpaws in our family - his Great-Grandaddy Bulla and his Great-Grandma Peterson, his Uncle Kit, his mama...
This is what Waylon tends to do when we're doing school. He hook his finger in his mouth and practices being a toddler. He's really good at it. Also he borrows Sissy's accessories.
On Saturday Violet danced in her very first Irish dancing recital. There she is on the left. I was playing in the band and didn't get the front of house view. I did, however, get to see her eager little face when she turned around. Through my tears of course. Why do moms cry so much?
My kids come from a long line of Irish dancers - their daddy's little sister and brother, my little brothers and sisters, and their older cousins have all danced their hearts out to jigs and reels - and of course my hope is that my little leprechauns will carry on the tradition.
The glow of performance is very persuasive.
Waylon, meanwhile, will be dribbling food on his collar and reaching for the camera.