I always put notes in the kids lunch boxes. Sometimes I even go bigger, throwing in a sticker for Vaughn as a surprise or trying to get a kick out of Vance with a fake bug. Some days I draw something with a food safe marker onto their sandwich. Something silly, fun, and unexpected to let them know that I'm thinking about them and to put a smile on their face.
Only when I specifically ask them if there was anything exciting in their lunch box do they ever comment about the notes or the lunchbox shenanigans. Even though I'm unsure if they notice the notes or even like them I still keep writing them. I do it for me, in hopes they will appreciate the small gesture, and not for the applause that I'm hoping to get.
Which brings me to yesterday. I asked Vance generally how lunch was (seems they can't remember anything about class but can tell me exactly what they did at recess) and he sadly said, "Fine. Except it was missing one thing. A note."
That stinker. I did forget to write a note that day. Good to know that he does take notice and appreciates them. I'll keep on writing!
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In other news, Vaughn has poison ivy. I think I've pinpointed where she got it and now that the rain has stopped we (and I totally mean Justin) can take care of it this weekend.
The dining room wall that we've been covering with reclaimed wood is almost complete and I am looking forward to sharing pictures next week.
Have a greet weekend! Happy Friday!