Busy, busy, busy

Yesterday I took the boys to school so they could meet their teachers and find their classroom. School starts bright and early Monday morning, you know. And I'm trying really hard not to smile.

So we met the teachers. One teacher looks to be about 18 years old. Nice and friendly. But young. One teacher we've had before and we like her. However, she misspelled our last name on everything. One teacher barely acknowledged we (especially my son) were in the room. (I'm going to have to keep my eye on her this year.) She did not seem friendly and I was not impressed. One teacher was very friendly. There are other teachers that the boys will have for different subjects. All three of them are ones we've had before, so I'm happy about that.

One teacher was my third-grade teacher. And I loved her. I'm so happy that Carter will have her for one subject this year because the rest of the time he will be with Ms. Unfriendly-Unacknowledging teacher, who worked on the bulletin board the entire time we were in her classroom.

Two of Taylor's teachers are teachers who moved up from lower grade levels and he's had them both before. So I'm pleased.

Not only do you get to meet the teachers, the kids can play "games" and get free snacks. We all enjoyed a snowball, even Sawyer (in his clear, vinyl bib that folds up perfectly in my tote).

And most of the children ate hot dogs and/or chips and drank lemonade.
I guess the boys couldn't get enough of school yesterday because last night they were playing school. I found this note on a bedroom door last night before bedtime.
And, I finished 15 of the 16 pencil rolls. I ran out of flannel for the middle layer. That's okay though because my sister never RSVP'ed, so I'm assuming she's not coming. I have more time to finish the last one now.

Mason's birthday party is 11:00 this morning. I still have muffins to make...

(And for those inquiring about the fabric, it came from Ikea.)