Life’s Little Moments

At my daughter’s school, they have a group called the Watch D.O.G.S. (Dad’s of Great Students). Dads, uncles, big brothers, grandpas and other male role models can volunteer for an entire day. You start your day with your child, then you move to another class room. Sometimes you are working as a hall monitor or out on the playground at recess. The idea is to have a male role model there for the kids.

They had a little pizza party for all the volunteers. We got a brief overview of the program and got information on how to get our T-Shirts. While we were there, I was amazed at how many people (kids and adults) knew Ella. Kids from all grades were coming up and saying hello. The dad who sat at our table said, “Oh, we hear all about Pamela every day after school.” She’s a social butterfly.

It was a nice night out with her and Sam’s dad.

My son’s preschool class (and some other classes, too) were collecting items at the beginning of the month for a local food pantry. I think they collected over 350 pounds of food for the pantry. Last week, they put all of the items in wagons and had a little parade over to the pantry to deliver the food.

We brought our wagon for his class, so he got to lead his class. The local news station was there and did a piece about it, but his class wasn’t shown on TV.

The biggest surprise of the week was a matter of debate. It’s a situation we’ve been in before and I was honestly against it. Sam was pretty set on her feelings about it and I caved.

Her Facebook post: “When the naughty little Elf on the Shelf surprises not only the kids, but also Keith with a puppy for Christmas.” That post included this picture:

Very cute – yes. I told her that I am not going through getting close to a dog for it to run away or go away again. I get attached to them. I told her that I didn’t want to be the only one out with the pooper scooper.

The pup has yet to arrive at the house, but it should be this week. She is a Bernardadoodle. A Poodle/St. Bernard mix. So I’m guessing this thing will be as big as me. I asked Sam, “Why can’t you bring home a normal size dog?” She refused to answer me.

I’m saying a prayer for patience and understanding about this ….