Our Weekend with Scruffy

Almost forgot to post pictures of our weekend house guest.

We had the great pleasure of hosting Scruffy the bear.  As well as his enormous bag of build-a-bear outfits AND binder full of pictures from other weekends away.

That's right each student in the class gets to add to his scrapbook. Which to me translates as weekend homework. Ugh.

These are the only photos we took if Scruffy. Both from Friday.

He went a few other places, but we completely forgot to memorialize the outings with pictures.

After my day of classical music with Itzhak Perlman. We came home to have a relaxing Sunday evening; changed out if our fancy clothes into pajamas and prepare our famous homemade pizzas.

It wasn't until I was ready to start Rett's bedtime rituals that I realized we still had to print pictures and write about Scruffy's delightful weekend with us. Grr. 

The one stipulation was the information had to be handwritten by the child (kill me now). Isn't this why computers were invented?! 

I left Tim to supervise the writing while I printed the photos.

Of course, I then find the color printer is low on ink and I'll have to go out to get pictures printed!!! (Remind me to order backup ink for the color printer.)

Also, did you know the photo kiosk at Target closes at 8pm on Sundays?!
I found that out at 8:15. 

Luckily CVS was open and printed in just a few minutes, plus there were fewer people to see me in my PJs.
After that, I ran home, ready to slap the photos into the book and call it night.

Only, that's not how things went down. 

I find my child has written his story on the back of another student's page instead of on the BLANK paper I left out. He has jammed the words up to the very top; no room for name, date, etc. *sigh*

In order to fix the situation, I made a copy of the writing, used a giant eraser to un-graffiti the other child's carefully done work, and glued Rett's copied writing to the original bank page, along with pictures. Then, I read the story.

I wish I had taken a photo; total disconnect between the description of our weekend, which included a trip to the recycling center, ice cream at 31 Flavors and dinner at Slater's versus the pictures you see here.

I think my homework skills are getting worse, not better, with the passage of time. That, or my work ethic is slipping.

February 8-10, 2013