Crazy Week at Daycare!

Maggie's school has had theme weeks all summer and the kids would do certain activities or bring in items relating to that theme and this last theme week of the summer was Crazy Week.  The kids had to do something rather hilarious every day.  I think David and I were the only parents who read and paid attention to the calendar because Maggie participated FULLY each day.

Monday was backwards day.  I thought a skort would look more obviously backwards than shorts.  Also, Maggie found this necklace in the pile of junk from my old desk and has appropriated it.

Is she coming?  Or going?

Tuesday was Crazy Hair Day.    The crazy hair apparently only lasted until lunchtime for all the kids.  Maggie's favorite part was the teeny ponytail at the bottom.  Excuse the waffle that I think is in her mouth in this picture.

See my ponytail?

Ahhh, Tacky Day.  David said it did not look like any of the other kids dressed tacky except for Maggie.  That, my friends, is why I don't do tacky day at my school anymore!  I've been the only one who dressed up on my hall many a time and that's not embarrassing, right?  Also, one time I got a million (non-sarcastic) compliments on my outfit and HELLO, I was wearing black and tan houndstooth pants and a red striped shirt.  WHAT?  That does not match!  Anyway.  Maggie was thrilled to be wearing 1 red sparkly mary jane and didn't care that she had on plaid pants and a black sock.

Today was pajama day but I forgot to take pictures of that so here's a picture of Maggie in her pajamas sitting on top of the fridge.  David hates it when I do this.  He also doesn't like it when I let her walk on the ledge around the steps upstairs.  I'm holding her hands!  Sheesh.

Tomorrow is my last workday before school starts on Monday.  Boo hoo.  I think school will be okay this year.  I met almost all of my students today at open house and they seemed nice--friendly--shy--the usual.  Only a few dead fish handshakes.

Today,  one of my co-workers bought one of those hooks that you hang on the wall with that sticky stuff that's supposed to come right off. But she hung the sticky part on upside down and the little tab to pull the sticky stuff off ripped off. I did not have a paint scraper in my classroom (what a surprise) so she borrowed a power stripper from the guy next door which blew hot air on it so it MELTED the plastic.  Finally he gave her what looked like a butcher knife and she popped it off. I thought I was going to bust a GUT laughing.  We're having some good times around my school.