The Titanic & Anne of Green Apples

At the end of the school year, the 3rd graders at Jackson's school do a unit on the Titanic. After they study and do projects for a few weeks they have a celebration. The kids come to school dressed in a fancy outfit and pretend to be 1st class passengers on the Titanic. Jackson took it very seriously. Aunt Carol provided his costume and all the table decor for his table. She even came to the party to see how cute all the kids were.
This was the table that I set up using all of Carol's stuff.
This is Jackson with his teacher Mrs. Davaz. He had her for Kindergarten, too, so he is very attached.

There is always a lack of drama as you can see. He is actually really growing up. I was so proud of him the other day. Long story short, some girls in his class wrote a terrible letter to a boy in the class and signed another girl's name to it. Someone in the class started a petition to get the poor girl (who was completely innocent) suspended. Most of the kids signed the petition. I thought Jackson had signed it, and I asked him if there was something he needed to talk to me about. He told me he didn't sign it. He said, "mormons don't do that. I just thought about how I would feel if someone did that to me." I got a little choked up. I was just so happy that I have such a nice boy.

I was tired Friday night and left Olivia in Eric's care. I went to bed and thought Eric would put her to bed also. Saturday morning I walked out of my bedroom and found Olivia like this on the couch. I asked Eric what happened, and he said he didn't want to wake her up. Nice excuse. I took her up to bed at 6 am.

Olivia was tired out after we went out on a girl's night. She went to dinner with Aunt Betty and Aunt Carol and her cousins Kim and Jenny. Then I met them at the high school production of Anne of Green Gables. Earlier in the day I told Olivia she was going to have a girl's night. Jackson overheard and said, "So, are you guys going to go see Anne of Green Apples?" Leave it to boys to get those things confused. On the way home from the play I was being silly with Olivia and singing the theme song in a fake opera voice. Olivia asked me why I was singing it. I said, "because I sound so lovely." She replied, "It might be lovely to you mom, but not to me." I got a good laugh. Lately she has been singing, "I'm bringing home my bumble baby bee, won't my mama be so proud of me." I think she is so cute!

Saturday night I had my first football injury, and I wasn't even playing football. I was sitting on the front row of the Spokane Shock game. A ball came into the crowd and I looked up to see if our friend was going to catch it. I didn't even see the player come over the boards and land right on my head. It hurt so bad. I could hardly turn my head for a few days. My brother-in-law Myron worked on me Sunday, and that helped a lot. Monday I noticed my arm had the hugest black bruise on it. I was so worried about my neck, goose egg, fat lip and scraped head to notice that I guess he hit my arm, too. The front row is so much fun, but I think I might sit up in the box for a while!