In the mornings Bubba attends Pre-K at the Christian School that is a ministry of our church.  There is a rotation of some sort that allows for each child to be “Child of the Day” at different times throughout the year.  When you are “Child of the Day” you are the line leader, etc.  and you come home with a badge on your shirt so that your mother can be reminded that she is responsible for snacks on the next school day.

Bubba was “Child of the Day” last Monday and so I was responsible for snacks on Wednesday.  Tuesday I read this post on a blog I love and decided that I was going to make those yummy looking treats for school.  I stopped short of dipping them in chocolate and rolling them in sprinkles; don’t want to come across to the teacher as an overachiever hungry for approval 🙂 

Instead, I took a picture of my pretty cookies and will now post them here for you to see.  You can feel free to tell me how much you approve *wink*.

**These were NOT hard to make and DID taste better the second day and even better the third day.

Recipe (and precious recipe card) can be found here.

I am not sure when it became a deal to celebrate having gone to school 100 days.  I think it is a bit weird.  Still, Little’s class had a celebration last week and I took Bubba and KB along to participate.  I was concerned about how Little would react if she saw me; she usually cries since I am not supposed to be there and it throws her off.  Having KB with me really was a buffer.  KB saw Little filing in and called out, “Little! Liiiitttle!   I am here! When you are done you can give meyahug.”  This was Little’s response:

Every child had a line to say.  I only heard three or four.  Little’s was, “It’s your turn.”  She was looking around the room at the balloons and three of her classmates elbowed her while three others on the back row loudly whispered, “Little.”  She said her bit and went back to looking at balloons.  It’s at times like that I wonder what is going through her head. . . if anything.

The kids counted to 100.  Each child had a number 1-47 and then they all joined in and shouted the remaining numbers together.  Just to prove she could, Little said every word she was supposed to and WITH the other children.  I was a bit giddy since she rarely sings with the choir at church and is usually a step behind (or more) on choreography.  She rocked the 100 Day Celebration, folks.

Next they counted to 100 by 5s and then they counted to 100 by 10s.  The Principal told the children “good job” in 100 different ways and the kids quoted a poem with 100 words in it.  And then there was singing, which Little also pulled off very well.

I was a proud mommy.  Proud in the “thankful for what God is doing” kind of way.  Who am I that I question His goodness and fear His choices.  He is good all the time and His love for my children, husband and myself never fails.  I am humbled.  And grateful.  And . . . I wonder if I can think of 100 ways to describe how I feel.

The thing is, we made little travel kits.  A little card will go in the inside pocket of the case that says:

Cutesy, eh???