Mother’s Day and Teacher Appreciation Week collided for me over the past few days in a lovely swirl of flowers, gifts, and the cutest Mother’s Day Tea ever.
Quinn’s preschool class held its annual Mother’s Day Tea today, which I love for more reasons than I can count. Wait. I can count them. Ironically, actual tea is not one of the things I can count. Not because I don’t like tea, because I do, but because there is never any tea served at the Mother’s Day Tea. They should really call it the Mother’s Day Apple Juice.
(How many times in a row do you think I can write “Mother’s Day Tea?”
Or they could call it “15 Kids Standing in a Line Singing Ridiculously Cute Songs.” Updated to Add: My friend and fellow preschool mom posted a video (at the bottom of this post). Because Quinn was standing near her child, you can see him. I’m dying from the cute.
It was like he was doing his own private round.
He finished a solid three seconds behind everyone else.
One of my favorite things about the Mother’s Day Tea is that the teachers ask the kids questions about their moms. I’m always entertained by how my kids perceive me.
I’m pleased that Quinn thinks I’m such a healthy eater and cooker. However, he’s wrong about my favorite place to go. My favorite place to go is actually wherever I go after I drop my kids at school.
Quinn also painted and festooned a wooden box for me. I was delighted to see that he hadn’t mushed all the colors together into that pinkish-gray paint color I think we’re all familiar with.
But there were Oreos, so even though I absolutely refused to give up my precious (my preshuss) box, it was still okay.
What of the flowers though, Stimey? And the teacher appreciation? You’ve blathered on and on (and on) and still haven’t mentioned flowers or teacher appreciation.
(I like to imagine that y’all talk to me. Sue me.)
Here are the flowers:
For the first day of teacher appreciation week at Sam and Jack’s school, the kids were supposed to take in flowers for their teachers. Because Sam and Jack were doing it, Quinn just had to do it too. Two of the other kids in Quinn’s class, both younger siblings, also brought in flowers. Quinn’s teacher was so lovely as to put them all out as centerpieces on the tables.
If you think I was all super prepared by having flowers for the teacher at the crack of dawn on Monday, prepare to be disappointed. I had asked Alex to pick up flowers at the grocery store, but he forgot. Fortunately, we had a vase full of week and a half old flowers and some of them were still salvageable.
And here is the sad, cannibalized flower arrangement:
It can get really sad. But it worked out for me this time.
Hooray, laziness and forgetfulness!
In case this post was too lovey-dovey, flowers, and sunshine for you, I now present you with this photo that Quinn insisted I take of his butt.