bon·fire/ˈbänˌfī(ə)r/

Noun: A large open-air fire used as part of a celebration, for burning trash, or as a signal.

First the dogs, 

 then the papers! 

 Goodbye 4th, 2nd, 7th, 6th and 1st grades!

 It's summer time! No more thougths of homework, papers or reports!

Just friends and fun!

last day of fourth grade...

 and then they're off to middle school at the end of August! 
Yikes I'll deal with that later!

It seems like just yesterday that they started 4th grade!

THANK YOU-

 Mrs. Hast

 Mrs. Brown

we love you!

One last hurrah!

We had a great BBQ after the girl's last game. 

Alyssa's soccer team the Charlton Smurfs and Coach Snyder.

 One of the moms sewed all of the smurf hats and made this awesome cake.

Our wonderful principal, Mrs. Pastore

Dear Mrs. Pastore,

Today in class we were talking about heros. As we started talking about it I thought of you. You make me feel really special and good about myself in many different ways. 

Fantastic Friday students make kids feel really cared for when you take time from your Friday mornings to read us a story or tell us funny jokes. You spend quality time with us in the back of the library. You make us feel loved and cared for. 

You also come to our classrooms just to see us and to make sure everything in our lives is o.k.. You make me want to come to school even more and try even harder to succeed in life. I love how you know us by name and know us personally. You are my hero and role model. 

Your student,

Xander Trueman

Afternoon snack

Today Barbara, my mother in law, and I went strawberry picking. She'd never been! 

Of course when you pick strawberries you MUST make jam!

And what goes better with homemade jam than homemade bread?!

Mmmmm! 

What a great day and great afternoon snack!

These two crackpots make me LAUGH! 

We picked out "yard" shoes because I am so tired of their tennis shoes being soaking wet and STINKING to high heaven! (Our yard has water issues and we have puddles that the kids happily stomp through.) Seriously, one time I was sitting at my desk and wondering what the horrible smell was. I even went so far as to smell my own feet just to make sure it wasn't me. I found the nasty culprit later on after investigating on my hands and knees. Alyssa had crammed wet nasty socks under my desk. These wet nasty socks came from her wet nasty shoes which if they could walk on their own based on smell would have. So wish me luck! I am banning wet nasty shoes and going for the bright rubber kind! At least I can spot them for acres!

Today's find