It's parent-teacher conference week at preschool. I've been madly filling out forms and chatting up parents, letting them know all about how much growth their children have shown since September. Because after all, I see them for 9 hours a week and their parents see them, oh, all the time, but conference we must. And the parents appreciate the information. It is nice to hear people outside of your immediate family say nice things about your children. As a veteran on the other end of several parent teacher conferences, I can attest to that. Well, except for that first one when Ebby went to preschool when she was three, right after the brothers were born. There was gentle tålk of hitting, gråbbing and other socially unacceptable behavior. Ever since then, its been smooth sailing. So far--and we will be thankful for each day it remains as such.
Now, in addition to being conference week, it is also Teacher Appreciation Week. I had never before been involved in TAW as a teacher. I had no idea what I was missing out on! Teacher Appreciation Week is totally cool if you're a teacher. It is not however, a good week to be on a diet, other than that, it rocks.
On Monday we were treated to Odwalla fruit smoothies and a gaggle of muffins. On Tuesday was Teacher Appreciation Luncheon. I was unable to attend but upon my return on Wednesday I was presented with a cookie and an adorable bird's nest and fuzzy chick decoration. The grand finale was when a group of 5 parents came into the room on Wednesday and presented us with the lovely customized flower pots and a complete meal. When I say complete meal I mean: giant tray of lasagna, salad with bleu cheese and bacon and homemade dressing, foil wrapped garlic bread, a pan of brownies and even a bottle of Chardonnay. All homemade--except for the wine. As I told the moms, I didn't even get a meål thåt nice when I gave birth to my children (I exaggerated a bit, I do recall the complete meal from Shelley & Co that included zucchini and tomato sauce along with strawberry topped Jello cheesecake--very yummy).
Of course the fun part was actually serving all this goodness to my children. Wednesday night I baked up the lasagna and the garlic bread and told the babes that if you want some of my brownies, this is what you're having for dinner. And yes, I know it's sad that every time I serve something other than pizza and chicken nuggets, it's blogworthy. Ebby picked and prodded--and ate lasagna and salad and garlic bread. Will declared the lasagna 'filthy' and looked disgusted, but ate his entire piece and some salad. Cuyler came over to the table, looked at his square of lasagna, grabbed his nose and started crying. 'My nose is gonna ddddiiiiiiiiiie!'. Real tears, crumpling to the ground. I looked at Ebby and Will and started laughing. Eventually he had the tiniest bite of lasagna, a big plate of salad and a bowl of brown rice.
And everyone had brownies.
I have one more conference today (the children will be coming with me as it is a day off for them--teacher workday) and then we're off to enjoy the best weekend in six months.
Tally ho.
School's out for Spring Break. No school for 10 days! Cuyler was so happy he broke out his Easter Bunny costume.
