Assembling for parade of nations at school
Our little USA
Les Miserables... she is now the only student left from France
The little German is our neighbor... so darn cute, they all were
Lots of kids at school are half this & half that. Ry made her flag USA on one side & Netherlands on the other. "I'm half Dutch," she's been telling everyone at school, not quite agreeing with concept of heritage vs. citizenship. "My name is Dutch, I've been there and have met my family there, I live in Holland..." Non-Americans do get confused when they hear we're from Holland. If she can speak Dutch next year, they'll let her carry their flag in the parade
Surfin USA, drummer & plaid shorts surfer girl are ours
Headmaster on lead vocals, only one old enough to know the words
Thai dance
Korean Tae Kwan Do dance
Korean folksong
Neighbors to the north, mostly teachers
So adorable
Japanese Kabuki dance. Al's sensei is in dark robe, a dynamic teacher & favorite class
Al's good friend Reishmi is tallest in back, gorgeous Indian dancing
Thai bamboo dance
A creative mom (not me) designed this table decoration for lunch. The international feast was AMAZING
After performances, middle & high school joined up for international field games. Waterballoon volleyball was a hit
Al's in plaid shorts, her team won the games & a future pizza party
Hot day, brought friends home to the pool
Girls with Fern & Maria, also on Ry's soccer team
Ry had her first game here last week. ISE's team was down a player (stinkin swine flu), but another school loaned one to us. Lost the first game, won the second
"I've got the ball, now what do I do?"
She'd rather play goalie & takes it very seriously. Down on herself for letting one get by in first game, but proud of goal tending entire second shutout game
Hot, a sunny 90+ at 5pm
Another busy week & weekend. Have a sitter & going out tomorrow night with some guy named Rob and dinner by the sea.
We're planning Valentine breakfast with girls Saturday morn while we watch Olympic opening ceremonies & parade of nations. 16 years ago this weekend I blew out my knee skiing in Traverse, and we took in Olympic opening festivities with ice packs & room service instead of fancy dinner out. Memories...
