It's been a momentous couple of days around here, starting with Noah's elementary school graduation on Friday. Which...okay, we all showed up dressed for that "casual classroom party" vibe and instead discovered that OH NO THIS SHIT IS FULL ON SERIOUS POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCES. Girls were decked out in fancy dresses; some of the boys were in suits and ties.
The mom next to me was all dressed up and brought balloons and roses. I wore workout clothes and brought my phone.
Thankfully Noah spent most of the ceremony in the last row so no one could judge his shorts and Minecraft t-shirt...at least not until the super fomal certificate processional at the end. D'oh.
The best part -- BEST -- was when the principal announced he'd received a very important letter for the graduates and read some kind of form letter about dreams and accomplishments and America blah blah blah.
"Sincerely," he read, and then paused dramatically, "Donald Trump."
Dead fucking silence. A few people rolled their heads back to suppress laughter and everybody else stared at the floor. I glanced at my forearm and swallowed an obnoxious snort. The graduates were not impressed. It was fairly delicious.
Noah WAS impressed afterwards, when he found out parents were allowed to sign kids out and go home for the day -- at 10:45 IN THE MORNING! That's crazy! That's like a whole day off! This graduation business is the bomb!
The proud-yet-under-dressed graduate in front of his class mural. He painted the watering can. It's a pretty good watering can!
The next day was Ezra's very first guitar recital. And while he doesn't own a suit or tie, I at least upgraded him to a collared shirt and non-athletic shorts, and Jason took him for a haircut:
These small acts of parental responsibility were somewhat overshadowed by the fact that there were three songs listed after Ezra's name in the program. He told us he'd be playing two, so we never made him practice the third one.
Didn't matter. He did great!
He knew it, too, as he stepped off the stage and immediately announced I DID SO GREAT! to the audience up front.
His brothers were super supportive and excited for him...while he was onstage, anyway.
Which I suppose is the important part.
And finally, lest we leave Ike's accomplishments out, he came home with a Major Award on Friday:
This was at his brothers' music lessons Saturday morning. He carried this EVERYWHERE, all weekend.
He did it all for the lollipop.
(The photos above from the recital are "after," so...not very different. Got his bangs out of his eyes at least? Got him a little extra practice telling a barber EXACTLY what he's okay with? Even if it's still not much at all?)