Teacher Appreciation Day

What to give.... what to give.... if anything.

I knew full well that we would be in the minority if we gave a gift. But K really likes her teacher. And so do we. So I decided to make the gift. Why not appreciate her even if no one else will show it.

We cut out items from some scrap paper scraps, plugged in the handy glue gun and went to work. I used a pretty basic bead storage box and stuffed it with things I thought would make her life a little bit easier. Scented hand sanitizer, chocolate kisses, basic office/class supplies and

I saw this on another blog... God forgive me as I don't recall where. So sorry!

We appreciate our teacher and try to make sure she knows it.

Needles

My daughter is afraid of needles. ok. Maybe not so much needles as the pain or the unknown.

She has a melt down at the mention of shots or having blood drawn.

I saw a recent episode of The Middle (great show by the way) where Frankie tried to get Brick to cross an old covered bridge. Good Ole' mom Frankie bribes, yells, begs, wines, rationalizes and eventual gives up. This is how I feel about needles and my daughter. I beg, bribe, yell and try to rationalize with her. rationalize with a child who believes in Santa and Disney Princesses. Yeah right.

Will she overcome this fear? Someday. Maybe. After all, I am not a fan of needles either.