Done.
And done.
Yep, there it is -- the requisite blurry-back-of-the-room picture of somebody in cap and gown making an exchange. Hand shake for document. The pledge of allegiance. The national anthem. A choppy elementary school band version of Pomp and Circumstance ... and a teary eyed Mom mentally flashing forward and backward again. It's that imagination that gets me in trouble, every time.
The memory books will be distributed today at a class picnic and I'm figuring out how to share our format of this project here, while maintaining the privacy for the many children represented in its pages.
Their class theme being butterflies, and a unit on the life-cycle of the painted lady caterpillar, made these Heidi Swap ghost butterflies and easy choice for embellishment on the covers.
There's something very gratifying about seeing a quantity of projects all collected together like this, even though right now the best way I can describe my feelings about them is "I don't hate it." Don't worry, this will change back to a positive after I stop looking at them for a while. I'm always the most critical of my work immediately after completing it and then the love returns. Maybe that fact is oversharing.
We're off to the picnic where I'll address the parents about how to personalize their child's book.
I suppose this means summer is really here. One down, one more to go as the end of the school year continues for our family.
