There are many different details that make it possible, but to keep a long story short, the boys finished their school work today. That’s a good thing. I’ve been wanting to pack up the school stuff and get it out of the way, and I didn’t want to be trying to keep up with school while trying to build house. Instead I will be taking the boys along some days to help with the house and we will give them some hands-on training as well as head knowledge.
Report cards are a small thing. I actually kind of enjoyed filling them out the first time I did them. This is the first year that I have done report cards so I’m still trying to figure a few things out, but it’s so exciting to see what the boys accomplished. At the bottom of our report cards there is two lines. One line is for the teacher to sign (I guess it means that everything is true and accurate – at least as far as she knows), and the other line is for the parent to sign (proof that a parent actually got to see the report card). Well, I figured it was a little redundant for me to sign as both the teacher and the parent, so I told Dan that he was going to have to be the parent in this particular case. He thought I was a little silly as usual, but he went ahead and signed the first quarter.
I love his signature. . . .
The second quarter we were in PA having baby Caleb, and the third and fourth quarters I combined today. Seeing Dan’s signature down there again makes me want to cry. He only ever got to sign the boy’s report card once, and he will never get to sign the girls. I’ll have to scrapbook them.
. I have a nice calendar of the whole year where I colored in the days that we had school, and right in the middle of it is this red thunder cloud over the day October 29, 2008. The thing that really seems to bother me is the fact that we just kept going. Yeah, we took some time off for travel, adjustments, grieving, baby Caleb’s arrival, etc, but there were still colored squares after that day. We still did school work. We still had to get up in the morning and do our thing. Something that devestating, that life-changing, something that big should have made the whole world stop. And even that doesn’t seem to be enough. I can’t even imagine why it should even start back up again at all.