I mentioned my volunteering to design the t-shirts for my son’s 5th grade class trip. Well, the event was Thursday, and the shirts were ready Wednesday morning. Thank you NCTees for pulling through with a last minute delivery to the school for me when my work schedule messed up my plans. I had designed a handful of options for the teachers to choose from, and the slogan they chose was “Up and Away!” As seen here:

Wifegrit was one of the chaperone parents that went on the trip with the kids, and she took these photos of the kids and shirts.

The trip, itself, was to the coast, (about 3 hours ride in a charter bus), to visit an aquarium, a beach, an outer banks island, and ride a ferry. The kids saw dolphins swimming alongside the ferry, and wild horses on the island. Though I wasn’t there, so I can’t give a real account of the event, both Wifegrit and Calfgrit11 said the whole thing was overall a lot of fun.

Bullgrit

Calfgrit7 made a tower out of his blocks, and then kicked it to tear it down. After his first kick, this was left:

Notice how that bottom block on the right is touching that flat block on the left only on its corner. We couldn’t have made those blocks balance that perfectly if we had tried.

Bullgrit

By Wifegrit

Last week my oldest son came home from school early because he was sick. Later that afternoon we remembered he had a science quiz the next day, so we went online to his school’s website to look at the words he needed to review. We were so busy that I lost track of time. When I looked up at the clock, it was 3:45!!! Eeek! It was time to pick up my youngest son. He gets out of school at 3:45!!!

Our neighborhood is located next to the school so we usually walk to and from school. I jumped up and ran outside. I grabbed one of the boys’ Razor scooters and took off for school! Yes I rode my son’s scooter to school. I was there in less then 3 minutes. It was actually a lot of fun. When I arrived, I put the scooter down and walked down the hill where we pick up the boys. My youngest was waiting patiently. I told him the story of how I had forgotten to keep up with the time and so had to rush out fast. He then looked up at me and said, ”Mom, that’s kind of embarrassing that you rode my scooter.”

Bullgrit