I know both where they are, and that they make my heart sing. One in particular, who if asked, will tell you that he is “2 and a quarter”.
My big boy was in the annual parade at school this week. The theme this year was “books” and each class chose a favorite to represent. The Teddy Bear class room selected “Where The Wild Things Are”, and were, of course, the cutest segment of the parade. (Side note: Grandma said that she would not have read me ‘a book like that with those kinds of pictures’ until I was at least four. I think this helps explain my aversion to scary books and movies.)
Brendan knows what parades are, and he knows that he loves them. On the day of the parade, he fell asleep just as we pulled into the parking lot and when I carefully lifted him out of the car, he woke up with a start and said, “I’m ready for the parade!!”, and then went back to sleep on my shoulder. The parade didn’t start until 4:00, so we had a little time. Grandma and Grandpa came up for the parade, and once again we proved that we are the crazy family by being the very first people waiting along the parade route. As other people gathered and chatted, I leaned over to Grandma and said, ‘knowing our son, he will be the very first one in line’, and as the doors opened, here is what we saw:
Teacher Regina proudly leading her pack of 21 wild things, lead by Mister Brendan Gianino. We were asked to dress the kids in all white (thank you for the leggings, Old Navy girls section!) and they suggested that we *might* want to dress them in something else, and pack the white clothes to be put on before the parade. I went with that option. And yet, in the ten minutes that Brendan wore the costume before the parade, he managed to emerge with dirty knees and bum. Frankly, I think it just made him appear more wild.
Some kids cried or became shy, some ran for their families – but not our boy! He held onto his rope and proudly lead that parade throughout the entire route.
After the parade, each class room had their own party and all the guests were invited. This picture is just for Meredith who warned me that kids did not want oranges at a birthday party – not even if they were supposed to be “wrecking balls” in the back of a dump truck. Oh yeah, Meredith? Look at that face!!!
And he even shared some with his girlfriend! He was such a good host, and shared with all his guests.
He also showed us how he could ‘roar his terrible roar, and gnash his terrible teeth’.
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But then we went back to smiles.
I asked him to take a picture with Grandma and Grandpa and he was having trouble standing still until I asked him to show me his terrible roar one more time:
Then he wanted to show Grandma and Grandpa around the classroom. We saw some of his art, he gave Grandma a detailed description of the vegetable garden, and then we got on to the most important part of the room: the bikes. He showed Grandma and Grandpa how he can go “SO FAST!” on the bike.
It was an awesome parade, and each class was adorable – my runner up favorites were the “Where’s Waldo” class:
I wonder if Grandma would have approved of that book for those babies…