One Little Indian

 Henry's class had their Thanksgiving feast yesterday. The kids got to sign their parents up for what they wanted us to bring. Henry put me in charge of pumpkin pie. We made two on Thursday night, but my little recipe reader forgot to read me the directions that say to turn the heat down after the first 15 minutes. So the crusts got a little dark. I shouldn't blame him, though...I should have remembered that step myself.

First all the classes lined up in the gym, sang a turkey song and named some things they are thankful for.

 They all sat down with the placemats they had made.

 There was lots of food to be had. That's Henry's teacher, Mrs. Corona, in the black.

 Clara was right there at her brother's elbow, as always.

 I think all of the little Pilgrims and Indians had a fun time!

Winter Sing

Henry had his Winter Sing this morning. He was very handsome and very proud.
I like this picture because I think it's when they were singing about gingerbread cookies and the lyric was "yummy yummy yum yum. In my little tum tum."
They also got to wave scarves around.
Here he is, walking out, trying not to make eye contact with me and also trying not to break out into a huge smile.
And I hardly even teared up at all!! I was a little proud of myself for holding it together.

50's Day

Henry is celebrating his 50th day of school today. 50 days of kindergarten!!! They had homework last night where they had to count out 50 of something to take in to share (Henry chose Legos) and today they will have a sock hop.
It may not be very 50's, but there are flames on the sides of his Converse. His choice. He also has a comb in his back pocket. My choice.
We were ready for school a little early and it's my Wednesday off, so he and I walked up to Starbucks for a 50's hot chocolate before walking back to school. He held my hand the whole way. We also did some big adding. "Mom- I know what 3,000 plus ten is." But be careful what you say. I've been a little lax in what I say in front of him lately and he's starting to get a bit of a big head. Yesterday he told Will he was smarter than him and then proceeded to tell the story of how his teacher asked if they could find any words in the word November (be, or....) Henry raised his hand and said "venom!" He came home with a Word Wizard award. What can I say? The kid is smart. Just don't tell him that. I'm trying to refocus on being resourceful and curious and trying hard, rather than being smart. Our other key phrase with him these days is "kind and helpful". As in "when you pushed your sister and yelled in her face were you being kind or helpful?"

Okay...still to come: photos of Baby Vivian!