Frances's school is celebrating Teacher Appreciation this week.
This Thursday's thankful gesture is to send a picture of your child to school for each teacher with a little something on the back explaining what makes that teacher special. The former attorney (I don't even have a paying job anymore, darn it) in me decided that since Frances goes to school a whopping two half-mornings a week (and not even on Thursdays), I probably needed to do a little something extra for that one:
She was more than happy to participate.
And since I am George's primary teacher (although by quantity only - he has many, many other doting grandparents/family/friends who teach him much more than ever I could), I decided to celebrate my own mini-Teacher Appreciation week over here.
George watched an episode of Clifford the Big Red Dog so I could do something über productive (which certainly did not include aimlessly browsing Pinterest or reading my favorite blogs):
Will showed his appreciation by letting me go a little crazy at J Jill:
As of today, he has no idea just how much he "appreciated" me. I plan to keep it that way as long as possible. (And just in case anyone is wondering what happened to the old Lucy, this is completely out of character for me. I actually hate shopping for clothes - as my mother often says, it was the one area of 'womanhood' where she failed me. But what can I say - when I see something I like, I tend to buy at least two of it and I happened to find several things I loved that day. I may just go back for more before Will sees my LL Bean Visa bill).
Marshall appreciated me by letting me give him some serious extra attention:
A face only a mother could love, but I sure do love it.
Even Mother Nature threw some appreciation my way with her second day in a row of incredibly beautiful weather:
Days like these (post-pollen, pre-summer swelter) I have to open up as many windows as possible.
And on that note, I may just venture outside to the patio and give myself a final dose of appreciation by reading my latest book, Devil in the White City. (Has anyone else read that? The jury is still out for me, but it’s gripping to say the least). Of course, I could really show Will some appreciation by watching the latest Real Housewives episode before he gets home from work. Like any good husband, he never says a word when I tune the TiVo to this ridiculous show. Like any average male, he absolutely abhors it.
Real Housewives it is.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!