Her life is hard. I feel guilty that she ends up being the responsible one, the forgotten one, the helpful one so often in our family.
So, to make it up to her, I became the homeroom mom for her first grade class.
I didn't realize that it would become my full-time job for awhile.
Especially planning this...
The First Grade Picnic
Fortunately, the pizza was hot, the ice cream was cold and the weather was just right. Parents and kids had a great time and none of the home-room mothers committed homocide. Yay!
Brad and the twinks came along to provide help and moral support.
Planning the teacher gift is always a headache for the homeroom mom...so, this year, I collected recipes from each child's family and compiled into a cookbook for Em's teacher. (And, for the night she doesn't feel like cooking, we all pitched in for a gift certificate at a favorite restaurant.)
I think she liked it.
And I don't think it is an exaggeration to say that Em is wildly popular--she has playdates lined up with different girl pals every day of the week and is in high-demand with the first grade boys on the recess soccer field. (See? Having brothers isn't ALL bad!)
The best part of her year has been her fabulous teacher, Mrs. H. A good teacher is part angel, part magician, part rockstar. Mrs. H. is all three and more. Love her!