School is almost over!

 We have 8 more school days.  That's crazy.  Peter is already done with his first year of preschool.  It has gone so fast.  What a cute bunch of kids those were.  I'm going to miss them.  He probably won't, though!  He liked the kids but he never wanted to have anyone over to play.  I always asked if he'd like to invite someone over or go somewhere with someone from class and he always said no.  They just weren't interesting to him.  Other parents often told me that their child asked frequently to play with Peter, though.  Maybe next year he'll find a friend with whom he wants to spend more time.

The teacher asked everyone to come give her one last hug.  Peter was not interested.  He wanted nothing to do with that huge crush of people.  I thought it was hilarious and so relatable.  I likely would have stood back too.

He as perfectly happy to take a picture with her alone, though.  He really did like his teacher a lot.

On mother's day he was asked questions about me as a funny little mother's day gift.  Here are his answers.  I thought they were really sweet.

End of the school year means end of year band concerts.  Christian's was outdoors and I had a terrible position for a good photo and Bella was so hidden from view at hers that I couldn't see her at all, but all the concerts sounded great and it's always so nice to see the result of all the hard work.  Benjamin auditioned for center snare in drumline next year and got it and he applied for drumline captain and got that too!  So he's head of the percussion section for next year.  I'm very proud of him and his many hours practicing and working on his application. 

Our ward youth and primary has been focusing on the temple more recently.  We had a fun primary activity at the temple last week and the youth got to do baptisms there.  It was Peter's first time at the temple and seeing it in person.  They had little activities like building a temple from sugar cubes and from legos and they did family photos outside the temple.  As usual, Peter refused the photos completely.  We had to sneak one when he wasn't noticing. It was a good day anyway, though.  I'm so grateful to have a temple so close and that my kids love to go there.

I have to describe the funny story that resulted in this horrible hair cut you see in the pictures above.  I took all three boys to Great Clips for hair cuts.  They had three stylists working that day.  Two were good, one was terrible.  She looked about 90 years old, walked hunched over, could barely hold the scissors and was doing a lousy job on the guy in the chair as we walked in.  The older two and I looked at each other and we all knew what the other was thinking.  Sure enough, she finished first and came to get one of my boys.  "Who's going first?" she asked. Without even discussing it, Benjamin and I both pushed Peter to the forefront and said, "He is."  We later discussed it and agreed that we'd figured he'd care the least if it got butchered.  And it did.  It was so awful that I took him to another place a week later and had it redone so he wouldn't look so awful in all his last day of school photos. As we walked out, the older two in nice haircuts and Peter looking like a blind woman had done his hair, Benjamin looked down at him and said, "Thanks for taking it for the team, Peter."

This one from Great Clips:

to this one from a week later:

 

He looks like a different kid!  Much improved.

Last photos.  Peter loves to watch Christian play Legend of Zelda.  Frustratingly for Christian, he has no concept of personal space. :)

We were at the playground the other day and we heard a scuffle in the tree above us and then a baby bird fell out of the nest right in front of us. It was either a squirrel or another bird that was fighting with the momma bird and the baby got knocked out. It broke its neck on impact and it was just about the saddest thing I've ever seen!  We had a burial for it and Peter was very interested in the little bird's developing feathers and all that he'd just witnessed.  

We have tried getting rid of this wheelchair so many times but no one wants it so friday Kelly put it on the curb for the trash.  Peter began to cry when he saw it.  He insisted we keep it and it turns out, he can drive himself in it now!  Last year he always sat on someone's lap, but now he rides around the yard for hours having a grand time.  Guess the chair is staying a little longer after all.