First Day of School

To me, with his Adidas jacket, collared shirt and shorts, Mark looked like a Scottish boy off to school. He was so excited and willing to be photoed, which is rare. We all walked him to school, Fisher was feeling protective and a little sad that he wasn't going to kindergarten too. I kept it completely together until the playground, when I burst into tears. It was all the kids, parents and teachers milling around. It was overwhelming and so hard to believe that this little guy who was confident on that crowded was once my itsy baby. No more. Now he is in full day kindergarten, off to friends' houses without me, playing soccer on a team and growing more thoughtful and independent every day. Not that it's all easy, far from it, but overall he is a joy. We miss you all!

Mrs. Juenker's Class

Mark was so ready to start school, that he followed his teacher in ahead of us (in spite of all the parents clogging the way), put away his bookbag, found his name at the table and got to work coloring. It was amazing to watch. There were some tears from other students, but when we said good-bye, Mark gave me a distracted kiss and kept on going. What a gift this classroom is.

H.O. Wheeler Elementary

School Haircuts

Where the Wild Things Are

Dad as a Wild Thing, gnashing his terrible teeth, rolling his terrible eyes and showing his terrible claws...well, not really but it was enough to scare Fisher! Wayne dressed up for this Family Camp game too-adults chase kids who are trying to get past them to put their beans in a jar and win- but the adults in costume were too much for Fisher, so he sat out. Mark, however, had a blast, as did Chino.

Fisher Painting/Painted

At Family Camp Fisher spent the time adults were in silent meeting water coloring. Every day for at least 45 min he sat at a picnic table and painted, it was so cool to see his focus and intentional use of color. I have to get this kid in an art studio! The peace pop was a treat after a hike we all did out of camp, up the old (300+ yrs) mail road and down into Plymouth, VT, birthplace of Calvin Coolidge. The hike was not easy for kiddos, but the treats at the end were worth it! (And Fisher did do an excellent job sharing with me, contrary to the evidence!)