I am a snoop.

 

And kind of a control-freak.  I know this won't surprise many of you; my sister, my parents and maybe some ex-boyfriends.

The end of the school year drives my snoop into high gear.  I love it when the backpacks come home, heavier than any child should carry, filled to the top with little insights into their life over the past year.  I can't wait to dig in.  You see, sometime around age 5, the kids go off to Kindergarten.  And with that, I've lost control over so much of their lives.  Suddenly they are spending more time with their teachers and friends than they are with me.  My control freak kicks into high gear.  Their day is influenced more and more by others and less and less by me.  Truth is, I hate that.  But short of quitting my job, homeschooling them and turning them into social outcasts, I don't see much of an option.  I think this is the life of a parent. 

The evidence of my snooping this year:



I didn't know she could draw this well.  I think it's crayon and water color.

 

 

 

I don't know what white lightening means.  I but I love seeing how he views himself.