Ack!
I volunteered in Riley's class today and one of the students wrote an article for the class newsletter about hunting. I was really proud of her because she can't read or write very well, but she wanted to do it all on her own. She told me I could edit it later. So, I finish up with the kids and go to give her teacher the update. I tell her about the awesome article on hunting.
"Um, they're not really supposed to write about guns..."
"Really? That's so weird. This is Idaho after all, and lots of people go hunting."
"Well, maybe if you don't include the types of guns they use."
I really, really like her teacher. But come on. Are we banning the numbers 22 and 357?
"Let's learn our numbers...20, 21, 23...."
I am only a little frustrated because I went to Nathan's kindergarten registration last week and learned all about the new "wellness" policy. The nurse tells me, "We have a new wellness policy regarding treats for class parties. We'd like them to be healthy. Like cheese and fruit instead of a cookie."
"Oh, that's too bad." I really said that. The kids that are fat are not fat because they ate treats at the 3 class parties they are allowed to have all year. They are fat for a variety of reasons...lack of exercise and fatty foods they eat everyday being 2. So...all I'm saying is I hate being compelled to do things. I fully understand offering kids a choice. At some of the parties, some kids did take the cheese and pretzels over the cupcake. Good job! But at lunchtime, they "make" the kids take 3 things on their tray and then you can watch them dump the things they didn't want right into the trash. When Riley was in first grade, I packed her lunch with what she would eat. No sandwich, no fruit...maybe a granola bar, a milk and some fruit snacks. She would eat a bigger meal when she came home from school. The day the noon duty aide told her she should have a more nutritious lunch...I almost came unglued. Butt out! We are the parents! Not you! So...ack!
This post is dedicated to Casey for sitting in her air conditioned car instead of baking in the heat with her baby! You go girl!