How great is it to be a kid? Last Friday, the bigs had field day at school. They barely slept on Thursday night because they were so wired. I’ve never seen them get ready faster, be in a better mood, treat one another so nicely or bound out of the van that quickly.
Anna-Laura and John Paul had their outside time in the morning and Will had his in the afternoon. The littles and I ventured up to school twice, with a quick break for playgroup and lunch in between. That made for a crazy fast morning. Even though I saw JP, I failed to document it on film. Sorry buddy.
I made it in time to see ALG’s class try their hand at tug ‘o war. I am cracking up at these faces. John Paul’s team did a relay and cleaned house. Will’s class did a few relays jumping in sacks and with their feet bound together with stretchy bands. Definitely burned some calories from laughter. ALG asked if I would show her how to hula hoop. Um, no. Some parent, somewhere, would’ve documented that horrible show on film and I would be reliving it at eighth grade graduation. Momma wasn’t born yesterday.
We were sad to only catch the beginning of the 8th Grade/Teacher kickball game showdown. I don’t know how it all went down, but the teachers enlisted some help from Sr. Thomas Aquinas. Not only is she good, but do you *really* want to make a goal on her? Nicely played, faculty. Nicely played.
All in all? Great day. It’s days like those I’m grateful I stay at home. I was reminded that the sacrifices we endure to make that possible are 100% worth it.