Friday, May 25, 2007

Piano Recital

Tonight was Melissa's first piano recital. She has been playing for almost a year. She played "Fur Elise" and "Celebration" and did a WONDERFUL job!

Monday, May 21, 2007

We Belong in the Zoo





































Sunday, May 13, 2007

Tackling the Mountain


We had a pile of dirt dumped in our back yard to fix some of the holes that Dirk has dug. To Jacob the dirt pile was a mountain that he needed to do some serious repelling on! He played for hours.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Butterfly Painting


Fly Little Butterfly........



Abby's class has been learning about the life cycle of a butterfly........if you look real closely on the second picture, you can see one of the Butterfly friends flying away. They shouted ......."HIP HIP HOORAY ........FLY AWAY"

Muffins with Mom




Abby's Kindergarten class had Muffins for Mom for Mother's Day.
Abby gave me a tissue paper corsage. She was too cute.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Tom Sawyer







Tom went on whitewashing – paid no attention to the steamboat. Ben stared a moment and then said: “Hi- yi ! You’re up a stump, ain’t you!”
No answer. Tom surveyed his last touch with the eye of an artist, then he gave his brush another gentle sweep and surveyed the result, as before. Ben ranged up alongside of him. Tom’s mouth watered for the apple, but he stuck to his work. Ben said:
“Hello, old chap, you got to work, hey?”
Tom wheeled suddenly and said:
“Why, it’s you, Ben! I warn’t noticing.”
“Say – I’m going in a-swimming, I am. Don’t you wish you could? But of course you’d druther work – wouldn’t you? Course you would!”
Tom contemplated the boy a bit, and said:
“What do you call work?”
“Why, ain’t that work?”
Tom resumed his whitewashing, and answered carelessly:
“Well, maybe it is, and maybe it ain’t. All I know, is, it suits Tom Sawyer.”
“Oh come, now, you don’t mean to let on that you like it?”
The brush continued to move.
“Like it? Well, I don’t see why I oughtn’t to like it. Does a boy get a chance to whitewash a fence every day?”
That put the thing in a new light. Ben stopped nibbling his apple. Tom swept his brush daintily back and forth – stepped back to note the effect – added a touch here and there – criticised the effect again – Ben watching every move and getting more and more interested, more and more absorbed. Presently he said:
“Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little.”