Picture Day

Isn't it a thing that baby animals are cute for an actual evolutionary reason? Like because their cuteness saves them from being eaten or abandoned by their parents or something?

Well, let's just say it was a good thing it was picture day.

The kids looked adorable - the girls all had their hair done and were wearing their favorite dresses, and the boys all wore polo shirts and button-ups. Nathan wore a vest, and Johnny wore a dress shirt, tie, and sports coat. The girls kept complimenting the boys on looking so "handsome." Too! Cute! 

Their behavior today, though - not so cute. I was seriously at my wit's end. I swear I only make it through about half of the lessons I plan because I waste so much time just trying to manage/control/re-direct them. At the end of the day, I had my students think through their behavior all day and give themselves a score - 10 being perfect, 0 being the absolute worst. Most of the kids did a pretty good and honest job on scoring themselves. I looked at Everett, though, who had already gotten into the 'red,' needs to write an apology note to me tonight, lost recess time, and had several 'talking-to's, and he was happily holding up ten fingers. This kid really isn't getting it.

Also, here is an example of just how needy these babies are: Presley brought in cutie oranges as a birthday treat, and Johnny told me at least five different times that his orange was chewy. I finally said, "Johnny! You keep telling me that. What do you want me to say to you?" Johnny: "Well, what should I do? Like suck the juice out of it? Or what?" 

And I'll close with something cute, so that I might actually be willing to wake up and go to work tomorrow. I was giving Zoe, whose great-grandmother passed away this week, some extra love and attention, and called her my little bug. Kendal (my favorite) heard me, looked concerned, and very seriously asked, "Am I still your little bug too??"