The Lewis Family

I have nothing in particular to write about, but I feel like it's been so long since I've "blogged" that I don't want to completely loose my momentum. So, here are some snapshots of a few things we've done in the last couple of weeks.

On Friday Grace "graduated" from preschool. I didn't know there was such a thing! I guess I did, I just never thought about it before...but now I have a graduated child! Okay, so in the grand scheme of things preschool graduation ranks pretty low in importance, but right now for me it marks a lot! It brings me to the scary realization that in a few short months my sweet, innocent four-year old with be in kindergarten. It always seemed so far away. I realize that kindergarten is only a few hours a day and a pretty safe environment, but there is just something so unsettling about having her out of my grasp on such a regular basis. I know it needs to happen, and I really feel like she's ready for it...but I don't know if I am!

Anyway, enough about my worries, I want to write a little bit about the graduation ceremony. It was so cute! They all marched on stage to the graduation song and took their seats. Each child was called up individually to receive his/her diploma. It was really sweet because the teachers said something special about each of them. When it was Grace's turn her teacher said that she was "a free spirit who likes to take her shoes off at recess and walk around barefoot!" Her teacher also commented that she liked the way Grace would always come up to her and say "Can you tell me a story?" Afterwards all of the graduates stood up and sang "I'm in the Lord's Army" (it's a Catholic Preschool.) Throughout the program (and especially when her name was called) I could see the proud expression on Grace's face, like she really had accomplished something (plus she really likes being on stage in front of people!) Congratulations my little graduate!

This is the "conversation" I heard in the backseat on the drive home from preschool today:

Grace: Look, it's a rocket flying in the air!
Eve: No, it's a balloon.
Grace: No, it's a rocket!
Eve: No, it's a bird.
Grace: No, it's a rocket!
Eve: Oh, it's a rocket!

A few moments later in response to Grace singing or making some other kind of noise:

Eve: Stop that racket! (although it sounded more like, "Top dat wacket!")
Grace: I'm not doing any racket. This is racket, "DA DA DA DA..." (imagine it loud and very obnoxious.)
Eve: Oh, dis is wacket, "DA DA DA DA..." (once again, very loud.)
Grace: DA DA DA DA (even louder)
Eve: Top dat wacket!

The conversation then continued into something else, but you get the idea of what my drive was like!