On Friday I got to help out with Sarah's 2nd grade class St. Patrick's Day party.
But the second graders did a great job with the craft. Apparently it was just far too advanced for me.
My kids were obsessed with St. Patrick's day this year - Sarah especially wanted to make sure she had something green to wear.
On Friday night she searched her closet and found nothing green. I guess that's what happens when your favorite color is pink and you reject all other clothes colors and have a mother who doesn't want to spend money on a holiday-themed shirt that will be worn ONCE.
So, she took matters into her own hands and this is what she was wearing on Saturday morning:
Three generation of Boy Scouts:
Receiving his Bear Award:
On Sunday after church, Sarah had a Sacramental Prep class for her First Communion and so Peter and I headed to track practice without her. She came home begging and pleading for me to let her take dance class.
Dance class is one of those things I never wanted her to be involved in. The time, the expense, the costumes, the recitals - it all just seems like too much.
When I told her I didn't think so, she retorted with, "Don't you want me to be well-rounded? This will look good on my college applications!"