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No school until January!

Today was my kids' last day of school for the calendar year. Yay! As the homeroom mom for Christopher's third grade class, I was in charge of the party. I made this little snowman and had the kids play "Put the Nose on the Snowman." Each made his or her own carrot nose then put the Santa hat down over their eyes, and a scarf around their neck, then aimed for the snowman. I then took a picture of each child. Here's Eric, who is Christopher's buddy, our neighbor who lives two houses over from ours. He's a great kid.
Christopher and Mrs. Jordan ham it up for their picture together. She's such a delightful, well organized, friendly teacher. The party was entertaining for the students. I also had the kids wad up sheets of white paper to make snowballs, then they did a snowball toss into into my new snowflake bowls from Crate and Barrel, which I got from Shauna, and they also played a third game of "throw the snowballs at the cans," where we had six empty soda cans, stacked in a pyramid, and they knocked them over. Then there was the all the food that I helped to orchestrate in preparing, serving, and cleaning. Now that the party is over, I'm exhausted and just want to veg out.
The kids are happy to get their winter vacation, without a doubt. It's also a well deserved break for the parents as their support system. I certainly am relieved.

Comments

Heidi said…
O man elementary school rocks! I loved Christmas parties!
Anonymous said…
Looks fun! You're so creative, no surprise!

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