Kindergarten Field Day

When we remodeled our kitchen I managed to loose the battery for my good camera. I found it 10 minutes before I had to leave for Asher's first ever field day. 10 minutes was just enough charging time to allow me to capture some shots from the day. (and when I came home I discovered I've forgotten how to work my camera! UGH!)

You know, I started out the day with a horrible migraine. I was anxious to get the kids off to school so I could crawl back to bed, in the darkness, for a couple of hours before I'd be forced to function again. But as I put Asher on the bus I remembered it was Asher's field day. His first ever! He would never have another kindergarten field day. (ok, I forgot that yes he will because he's doing kindy again next year. LOL) The mom guilt got to me and I pulled myself together.

I'm so glad I didn't miss this day. When I thought back to meeting Asher that first time just 6 months ago, it was hard not to tear up. The other parents were cheering Asher on, and there were times I didn't think I'd be able to contain my tears. At the end of the day popsicles were distributed to all the kids. I said something about, "I don't think he's ever had one before. I know he hasn't with us." Of course the other parents wanted to know how he could be 7 years old yet never had a popsicle before? This lead to my telling his story. One of the moms asked me, "Doesn't that make you so sad to know his past?" 

"You know, we always keep in mind where certain behaviors come from, or that there are certain things he's never seen or done, but we're not 'sad'. We live in the here and now. Asher and Axel both need to move forward, and if we spent our lives being sad for them, none of us would move forward in helping them get their lives back."

I have a thing about not posting pictures of kids who don't belong to me, so all of the "fun" pictures are not portable on the blog. 

Hanging out, wonder why in the world we're sitting outside...on the g.r.a.s.s. (not something he's fond of.)

Clapping for himself after throwing the frisbee.

 Running the 50 yard dash...or in Asher's case the 25.

This is the face he makes when he's not happy that I've shown up at school. When Mom's at school you just can't get away with the same stuff!

Horse races! Asher loved this. This is his best friend at school. 

"Jumping" hurdles. He was laughing hysterically!