Interesting about K Pop. There was a big concert in Tampa last weekend and hotels were going for $400 to $1,000/night. My reservation was honored with the rate I had, but I did get a text checking to make sure I was coming – they did want to sell my room! I texted back that I was checking in mid-afternoon on Friday (we had to first pick up our daughter and two children at the airport) - we were attending First Communion for our niece’s daughter, and my daughter is Godmother.
I’m glad GS preschool has uniforms Monday through Thursday with free dress code on Fridays. Almost always a tie dye shirt or his Beetles shirt is his choice.
My kids had casual dress on Friday, but that was jeans and a school t-shirt/sweatshirt. The jeans required a belt, and my button hating daughter was also not a fan of belts, so she just wore her uniform on Fridays. Often my other child also wore a uniform on Fridays.
We had a few free dress days during the year but there were a ton of rules about those (even on school picture day) so again, my kids often ended up in uniforms. As a fundraiser, at the school auction they’d allow you to pay a certain amount per family to have free dress WEEK in January. One of the dads said, “I’ll pay double if they have to wear uniforms every day of the year.” He had 5 kids and had to get them to school every day.
That doesn’t sound like free dress, although how much choice does a 4 year old have?
It wasn’t the 4 year olds they were worried about, it was the 8th graders, and the rule were the same for everyone. Shirts had to have sleeves and collars, pants, including jeans, had to be worn with belts, no words on shirts bigger than a quarter, no work out clothes.
When my kids went to a public high school with no uniforms, some of the dress code rules were very similar, especially with spaghetti straps and tight fitting pants.
My big blow up came with my daughter’s first communion dress, when they told me a few days before that the dresses had to have sleeves (“everyone knows that”). My daughter’s dress, that she’d already worn in a wedding, didn’t have sleeves but was shoulder to shoulder coverage, not straps. They said it was a sacrament and thus arms should be covered ans suggested she wear a sweater! I counter with ‘do you require brides to have full coverage, no strapless dresses? Marriage is a sacrament too’ Oooh, I won that argument! The day they had their ceremony in May was 95 degrees and kids who were wearing sweaters quickly took them off before they fainted.
But I actually really liked uniforms and so did my kids.
We had stickers that said “I Dressed Myself Today”, badges of pride for our preschooler with a knowing wink
S/DiL baby shower is this weekend, and DIL texted me yesterday to ask if we would please come to their house afterwards and help open presents. I could have cried, I was so happy. She seems more like herself and more willing to share info, thank goodness. 6 weeks to go!
She has had a really difficult family life, from what you’ve posted. I can imagine that she has been experiencing so many different emotions related to beginning her own family. It’s good that we have nine months (give or take a few weeks) to get ready for a baby … many times, we need it to get our heads on straight. It sounds like time has been helping your DIL work through her feelings. Such good news.
Feeling a little bummed today but also recognizing how lucky I am– My SiL’s parents are coming to visit this weekend and the original plan was they would arrive tonight. This meant we would cancel our usual Friday routine of picking GS up from daycare and then having dinner with him. Because of that I took on a coaching gig for the night. Last night, D called and said parents aren’t coming until tomorrow and inviting us over for dinner. So DW is going and I am coaching. I will miss seeing GS tonight and I am not getting great vibes from tonight’s coaching gig.
Wanted to close the loop. The session went great. The gig was a mentoring gig– basically I show up and run a practice for team and explain to the coaches what I am doing and why. This was for a team of 1st grade girls.
I had a blast and I think it helped the coach. He said at the end, “I am impressed that you kept them engaged for the whole hour.”
I went to grandparents’ day at Nashville GD’s school yesterday, my first one as she just started kindergarten this year. It was absolutely delightful and it was clear the music director had put incredible effort into planning the “Yacht Rock” themed show. However, I don’t think I’ve ever done anything that made me feel so old as it was about 95%+ grandparents packing the gym (parents were allowed to attend dress rehearsal the day before, but a few attended on Friday). I was taken back to my own elementary school days and our productions, as well as those of my kids. Where does time go? I was a little teary at the end and thought I was a freak with those emotions until I saw the grandpa next to me wiping his tears as well and the grandma in front of me.
One of the grands used permanent marker to graffiti the wall in Mom and Dad’s bedroom on Thursday evening.
Adults could tell something was up because the kids locked all grown-ups out of the room and were laughing and giggling madly.
When asked who wrote on the wall, Twin B quickly accused her younger brother of committing the vandalism, even though:
a) GS can’t draw letters other than W
b) the" artwork" was signed --multiple times!-- with Twin B’s full name
c) the graffiti used an uppercase case and a lower case J, which Twin B had explained proudly and repeatedly about learning in class that day
So… Twin B is spending her Saturday afternoon helping Dad repaint the bedroom wall.
MORAL: Be like Banksy and don’t sign your “artwork”
There was a commercial where a kid did ‘artwork’ on the wall, and the mom had an empty picture frame to put up around the artwork. It had to do with the parent staying calm and working with the situation, but don’t remember what the ‘sell’ was.
Ended up with some bonus GS time today. He and DD met DW and I are our local beer garden for lunch. DW and I had run 5K for charity and there was a post-race party. They dropped us off at home and DD called <5 minutes later. The entrance to the highway was blocked and Google was saying their normally 45 minute drive home was doing to be closer to 60.
She came back and ended staying through dinner which was super fun.
@jmnva06 sounds like a great day!
I got to have lunch with my kids and GDs. The little one, 20 months old, understands everything now. I sometimes call her Boo-boo. I asked her, “Who is my Boo-boo.” She pointed to herself. She also knew everyone at the table. It’s a fun age.
Happy Mother’s Day to all.
We hung out with GS at “his” house. There was leftover pizza from lunch, chalk drawing, a trip to the “walking” (ie. the one that is walkable) park, a snack and a lovely takeout dinner from the nearby Kebab place. DW ended the evening with margaritas with our friend to celebrate mothers day with her.
Last nigh my daughter texted us that one of their smoke alarms was beeping. It had an error message that the alarm needed cleaning or to be replaced. My three year old granddaughter told her Mom they needed to go outside. She learned that at preschool. I’ve been so impressed at how much my grandkids have learned at preschool.
I’m having fun making a basket of gifts for my nephew’s baby shower next weekend. It has several blankets I made, an outfit, diapers and wipes and will be getting a book or two and a toy. Yes, over the top but so far as close as I’m getting to a grandchild so far. Don’t know if it is a girl or boy (I think they are afraid we’d all go overboard with cute little girl outfits if we knew).
I’m still many degrees of separation from getting to hold this baby as there are 4 grandparents and 4 aunts in front of me, and another great aunt locally hoping for a shot.
GD7 wanted to give me some news this morning, so she called me up from her Tin Can phone to chat. It’s such a lovely invention. Was delightful to hear from her (I see her often, but still!)
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