Last year he refused one, but this year Macauley took a speaking part in the class program. Thursday evening, in the cafeteria/gym/auditorium, the first graders of Wanda Gray put on "A Night with Eric Carle," a compilation of bug related stories, including "The Hungry Caterpillar" and "The Clumsy Click Beetle," and some buggy songs.
Right on cue, he approached the mic and presented the line we had rehearsed with all sorts of different enunciations over the last week or two: "On Tuesday, he ate through two pears, but he was still hungry."
The kids wore brightly colored shirts and were all way into the motions that went with all the songs. Ryan and I got cracked up at Cole S., who was doing all the pantomiming with such gusto, and little Brandon, who didn't seem to know the words to the songs or be able to keep up with the pace of them but nodded his head for emphasis at the ends of lines nonetheless. The show began around 7 pm and we had to be at the school at a quarter til. Round about 7:20, as the show was in full swing, a kid trudged, in no particular hurry, from the back of the gym, right on up the steps of the stage, up a few levels of the risers, then took his place and joined the song. His hair was a mess and his shirt wasn't brightly colored, but he was there. It just tickled me for some reason. I am often a late arrival myself to things, so I get it. We went to Prima's Mexican Grill afterwards to celebrate Macauley's rousing performance, a place we'd never been to before but that Lindsay really likes. The food was good and our waitress was really, really good at her job and happy to be there (you don't always see that), but around 4 am that food came back to haunt me. I felt sick to my stomach and in a fog at school all day Friday. It might have been something wrong with my enchiladas, or I might have just been too much like the Hungry Caterpillar, who ate through everything in sight and was also left with a terrible stomachache. His cure was two green leaves. Mine was the thought of the weekend...
Last year he refused one, but this year Macauley took a speaking part in the class program. Thursday evening, in the cafeteria/gym/auditorium, the first graders of Wanda Gray put on "A Night with Eric Carle," a compilation of bug related stories, including "The Hungry Caterpillar" and "The Clumsy Click Beetle," and some buggy songs. 
Right on cue, he approached the mic and presented the line we had rehearsed with all sorts of different enunciations over the last week or two: "On Tuesday, he ate through two pears, but he was still hungry."
The kids wore brightly colored shirts and were all way into the motions that went with all the songs. Ryan and I got cracked up at Cole S., who was doing all the pantomiming with such gusto, and little Brandon, who didn't seem to know the words to the songs or be able to keep up with the pace of them but nodded his head for emphasis at the ends of lines nonetheless. The show began around 7 pm and we had to be at the school at a quarter til. Round about 7:20, as the show was in full swing, a kid trudged, in no particular hurry, from the back of the gym, right on up the steps of the stage, up a few levels of the risers, then took his place and joined the song. His hair was a mess and his shirt wasn't brightly colored, but he was there. It just tickled me for some reason. I am often a late arrival myself to things, so I get it. We went to Prima's Mexican Grill afterwards to celebrate Macauley's rousing performance, a place we'd never been to before but that Lindsay really likes. The food was good and our waitress was really, really good at her job and happy to be there (you don't always see that), but around 4 am that food came back to haunt me. I felt sick to my stomach and in a fog at school all day Friday. It might have been something wrong with my enchiladas, or I might have just been too much like the Hungry Caterpillar, who ate through everything in sight and was also left with a terrible stomachache. His cure was two green leaves. Mine was the thought of the weekend...
1 comment:
Congrats to Macauley on his part in the class program. It's amazing how much they change in a year. One year they refuse to do anything in front of a crowd, and the next year they are ready for the stage. I love all your swap items -- those you made and those you received. Lots of fun, beautiful, creative crafted goodness. Have a beautiful day. :) Tammy
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