Mother's Day Social

Friday was the boys' school mother's day social. It is always a cute affair. Each class sings songs or provides some sort of entertainment and the classrooms are decorated with mom inspired posters and designs created by the kiddies.

This year we missed the entertainment because we were ten minutes late. Sigh. I was the only mother late, but trying to get three children out of the house prevents me from arriving anywhere on time, even with an abundance of effort and good intentions. Nonetheless, the true entertainment for me was the posters Aidan's class created entitled: "When I am at School My Mother is..."

..."working"
..."sitting in a chair all day long"
..."doing pilates"
..."working on the treadmill." I howled at the last two. And who are the yummie mommies in the class? Hee.

Thankfully, the kids prepared those posters on a day Aidan is not at school, so I did not have to endure Aidan's take on my day.

Aidan's class also drew pictures of their moms and completed several sentences provided by their teachers on the picture. My picture gives me both a nice yellow blonde hair color with black mixed in. I think Aidan is trying to tell me it's time to get my roots done. As for the sentences about his mom, Aidan's went like this:

My mom is: "a lawyer."
My mom likes to: "clean the playroom." This is beyond funny if you could actually see our playroom.
My mom says this all the time: "I love you."
I love my mom because she "gives me lots of hugs and kisses."

Good son. Good, good son. When I think of the things he could have written, I shudder just a bit.

It reminds me of the week his last class was learning about feelings. The teacher had an inspired moment when she did posters entitled, "I feel sad when..." and the kiddies had to complete the sentence. I think there were alot of mother's drinking after the public humilation caused by the display of those posters.

I feel sad when "my mommy yells at me"; "my mommy tells me to be quiet"; "my mommy goes to work". Yeah, you get the picture. Aidan's poster? I feel sad when "my mommy won't get me a book." Great, huh? I am the mom who refuses to allow her child to read! Humpf. I think the teacher reconsidered that lesson plan.

In related child news, Griffin is now a mad roller. He rolls over and promptly screams in frustration when he discovers he is on his belly. You roll him back on his back and in less than a minute, he is back on his belly. Lots of fun. Griffin is also onto food. So far both prunes and sweet potatoes are a hit. Cereal, not so much. He spits it out with a face of disgust. I can't say I blame him.