Wacky Week

It is a tradition at our school that the week before the last week of school is a "wacky week." This means that the seniors get to decide the dress code for each day that week, and plan a school activity.
This year, there were pirates vs. ninjas on Monday . . .
My boys?
Argggg, mateys. Pirates, of course!

 Tuesday was buddy day. Each of our grammar school kids has a buddy in the upper grades. There was no crazy dress code that day, but all the kids had a field day with their buddies. It started off with a chapel together and there were outdoor activities like a scavenger hunt, a balloon toss, a game of capture the flag, and a picnic lunch. During the afternoon, all the kids had popcorn and watched Planet 51.
Daniel rode his tractor all around the school grounds, happy as could be. That boy is happiest on a John Deere. He just is.

 Wednesday was pajama day, and we had the pizza party for the winners of the writing and art contests.

Yesterday was wacky day. The wackier the get-up the better. Isaac went in "normal" clothes, because he figured on a day when everyone would be dressed in silly attire, the wackiest thing he could do was dress in plain ol' everyday duds.
My sweet Daniel stealing a kiss from me at my desk.

Today was 80's day.
Look at these guys . . . .

I went to high school with guys like this!

Talk about flashback . . . 

Joe played "Born in the USA" for the boys at breakfast, to get them in the spirit of things for the day ahead. I was singing along, bobbing my head. They looked at us like we were crazy.
Daniel has been napless for four days now. Is it the end of naps for him? He gets so tired, but he hangs in there, though he's pretty cranked out around 5:30ish.

Now, wacky week is over. Our last week of school waits on the other side of this weekend.
And then.
Then, it will be SUMMER BREAK!!!
The long summer days will stretch out before us like promises no one has made to us yet.
I feel like a kid.
I can't wait!
Summer dreams fill my head . . . I wonder when we will see the first firefly . . . I imagine cook-outs with friends . . . I think about long trips and friendly visits and days spent at the park . . . I picture us reading out under our shade trees . . . and cutting through the sun-glazed blue pool water . . . I conjure the smell of the coconut oils in the gobs of sunscreen we will use . . .I can taste the countless glasses of icy sweet teas and lemonades  . . .
Yes.
I am ready for Summer.