Sweet Josie is my third and final child to learn how to read, and like her brother and sister before her, learning how to read has opened up a world of fun and possibilities for Josie - including the creation of her very own book.
Josie asked to use the computer the other day and I - currently living under the weight of about 2,000 middle school homework projects (more on this later) - was thrilled to allow her the opportunity to get out of my hair for awhile.
Over an hour later, Josie returned to the kitchen with this:
Her very first masterpiece: The prinses and the pae.
Josie has great creativity, good artistic skills, is amazing at coloring in the lines and choosing eye-pleasing fonts.... but perhaps she's not so great at spelling.
I liked how Josie deviated from the usual telling of this classic story. Josie's princess was not sore from a bad night's sleep on a lumpy mattress, but she was, instead, suffering from a horrific case of bedhead.
I suppose this particular prince is fond of bedheads on fair maidens! What luck!
I love it!
But wait! There's even more cuteness to come!
Josie came home from school with this a few days ago:
Her beloved older sister ever-so-kindly pointed out that the word "chocolate" was spelled wrong and that liking a certain color isn't really a good reason to love somebody.
Nothing like an older sibling to rain on your parade!
But don't think that Josie is the only cute-spewing Elliot.
Georgia herself had a moment of loving sweetness.
Behold, my mother's day card (an assignment from Georgia's third-grade teacher):
All this loving is saving me from the dreaded nightmare that is the last three weeks of school. Can I tell you how many projects / papers / tests / final exams / art projects / essays / pasta salad-cooking assignments that I am currently monitoring and supervising?
Yes, you did read that correctly. In addition to all his homework, Henry has to make and bring into school a MAIN DINNER DISH on Friday. I'm not sure what this middle school is thinking. There are 8 other months that some of these projects could have been spread out among.
Henry will get through them, Georgia will get through them, I will get through them and then it will be summer.
Until then, I will read my new favorite book and admire the many reasons that my oldest daughter loves me. That should help.