Lexi's Birthday

Lexi turned 6 last week.

Presents from grandma

I hope she had a good birthday.  Josh had a baseball game that night, and then afterward we went out to dinner.  She chose Chuck-A-Rama.  Then we came home and unwrapped presents and ate cupcakes.  As if we needed to eat anymore, but we are not quitters in this family.  If there is cake to be eaten, we will do our best to eat it.  We see it through to the end.

The daycare had their annual end-of-year carnival last Friday.  They do a little program for the families, have a bbq, and have carnival games.  I deliberately came late because I didn't want to go to the program because it would make me too sad.  I'm really trying not to think about how she's "graduating" from preschool this year.  I mean, she graduated from kindergarten this year, but she was still going to the daycare preschool for half days.  Josh was a baby when I started teaching, so I've taken one or both of my youngest kids to daycare with me every day for the entire time I've been teaching.  It's going to be so sad next year not to be able to do that anymore.

The face painting was supposed to be a butterfly, but I don't think she had time to finish.  It was getting late and there were about 10 kids in line constantly.

Josh's face paint was the Superman symbol, but again... they drafted the boy who was making snow cones to come help paint faces, so, yeah... ya get what ya get.

I really want to read the book Half the Sky, but I know it will just depress me really bad so I'm not sure if I should.   I was watching a presentation on FMH that a woman gave to her ward on Congo, and it's just so sad.  A lot of what she shared I knew, but some of it I wasn't aware of.  Along with this, some ladies who are board members for the charities The Giving Tree and Anything For a Friend came to speak to a group of students at an honor lunch last week.  They talked to the students about finding your calling.  One of the women, who is a cancer survivor, told the kids that when life gets hard, and she said you WILL have hard, find your calling and serve others.  It will make your life better and your own troubles will feel smaller.  I have heard this many times before, of course, but I loved hearing it again from these women who have been through a lot more in their lives than I can imagine.  Still looking for my calling.  I feel called to do a few things, but am not sure I have the abilities needed to do them.

Josh's baseball team lost both games last week.  He still seems to be enjoying it, though.  He is struggling even more with hitting than before, though.  I can't help him either.  His coaches keep telling him his swing is good; he's just not connecting.  I wondered if he needs glasses like all the rest of us, but he says he can see fine.  I don't know.

We did yard work for the last 3 days.  I'm so sore.  The yard looks better, though.

I like Avril Lavigne's voice, and I've always thought she was cute, but now I'm just not sure what to think about her.  Like, I feel like she's way to old for her new song.  It's a catchy little tune and all, but how am I supposed to relate to this in any way?   And how she's all... we're never growing up!  Never, man!  Yeah, Avril honey, you may think you're all cool now, but "running down the street yelling kiss my ass" isn't so cute when you're my age.  At some point you have to grow up honey, and I think you might be about there.  You cannot continue to sing teenage angst songs any longer.  Another song I'm confused by is Taylor Swift's "22".  Isn't she like 23?  So why are they supposed to dance like they're 22?  What does that even mean?  Help.

Only a few days left of school.  I swear, every day for like the last 2 weeks I've thought that I didn't have work the next day.  My brain is already in summer mode.  But there's still a lot to do, so I will trudge on a little longer.  Camping this weekend, Tim McGraw next weekend.  Yay summer!