We missed the meet your teacher night this year because the girl had her very first ballet class that evening – but we already know Ms. Wolfmueller anyway. We are there every day after all, I’m a classroom volunteer, so hang out with the kids and Amanda on Thursdays. So when we showed up for school on Wednesday, we were given a lovely little gift bag all the families received the night before.
The effort that was put into these gift bags just further demonstrates why we love our school. Such thoughtful gifts for us to share, and completely unexpected and appreciated:
We really do love the girl’s school. We started kid-kid there because we loved their pre-k program, Rhonda and Tracy are amazing, and the kids all adore them. But we continued there because of the real sense of community and belonging found throughout the school.
There are kids from all sorts of families, it’s a wonderfully diverse student body. Diversity is both celebrated and embraced in such a lovely way. The school participates in the Day of Pink, and I plan to encourage participation in Wear Purple day this year too. The administration team is fabulous, and well… we really do love Mayfair Community School.
Roo Watch 2012: Roo has been cool, calm and collected. No signs of early labour. She’s due on the 29th… so far so good. 🙂
Early in the school year, the staff at Mayfair Community School invited students and their families to come in and have their picture taken by a fauxtographer at no charge. Normally, we wouldn’t have been interested. However, this particular set of photos was going to be used for a special project – and we definitely wanted the girl to be able to be involved.
Since I have such a HUGE aversion (and rightly so) to posed studio portraiture, we dressed in a corny theme. I figure if we’re going to have it done, let’s poke a little fun at the whole process while we do it. So we each put on our Blue Jays jerseys – and headed off to the girl’s school.
It was everything I hate about studio shots by folks who really don’t know what they’re doing as far as composition goes (which is about what I expected). Sit here. Lean this way. Turn your head towards the camera. No, not that much. Tilt your face to the right. Put your arm here. Now hold it…. There you have it! The world’s worst family photo! BUT! It’s for such a cool project, so I suck it up, smile, and say nothing – until I blog all about it, and then I can rip on the entire process and mock the whole thing – ’cause that’s just how I roll. heh heh
So, what was so cool that I felt the need to force us to endure such torture? Well, it was the Mayfair Family Tree:
I couldn’t fit it all into the frame on my little iPhone… but I think it gives you a good idea of what we’re looking at. 🙂 And it’s pretty darn cool! Even better? They put our family photo near the bottom, where the kid can actually reach it to show people.
Very much worth the humiliation of a terrible family photo, don’t cha think?
I had intended to write about something slightly different tonight… but instead I’m delving off track a little. I’m just feeling too hurt to write about anything else. So, it is what it is.
A few months ago I wrote about how our bikes had all been stolen. And how it broke my heart that someone would do something like that. I could go into details now, but instead I’ll just refer you back to that first blog post: https://td365.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/some-people-do-rotten-things/
Well, today is my mom’s 52nd birthday, and we spent the evening at my parent’s place helping to celebrate her special day. We arrived home to discover that someone has now stolen our bike trailer (which also contained all of our helmets).
Seriously. Because it wasn’t enough that someone already stole all of our bikes – which insurance won’t completely cover (it will only cover a portion of Damon’s and about half of mine). So now someone felt the need to take the bike trailer that I use to pull my daughter.
We’ve lived in this house for almost nine years… and these are really the only incidents we’ve ever had. I suppose I should be grateful for that, but instead it just leaves me feeling like crap. We love our little house in our lower income neighbourhood. We feel at home here. I know these thefts likely weren’t personal, but they sure feel that way. We can’t afford to replace these things. And it just breaks my heart that someone would take them from us. Stealing something I share with my daughter… It’s just wrong. She’s now scared that someone is going to steal her new swingset (that we bought her for her fourth birthday). 😦 So not cool.
So yeah… I’m bitching and moaning… but our bikes really were how we got around 3/4 of the year, and we AREN’T going to be able to afford to replace them with anything even close to what we had, and now the trailer and helmets are gone too??? So not cool, and that’s another few hundred dollars that we don’t have available to replace something that held so much value for us. I really am upset over this. It’s just not cool. Not in any way shape or form. It hurts.