Be Careful What You Ask For

I told Maga that I wanted the candles that you can't blow out on my birthday cake.  Maga always gets me what I ask for.

And is here is Maga's birthday poem...she used to say it for all her kindergarteners when they were having birthdays.  I wonder how many times she has said it???

Everybody look at me!
Today I'm 6 years old you see.
And after this I won't be 5 or 4
Not ever, ever, anymore.
I won't be 3 or 2 or 1
'Cause that was when I'd first begun.
Everybody look at me!
Today I'm 6 years old.

It's My Party

     Here is the view of Inflatable World where I had my birthday party. Our friend, Debbie Henke, is flying over us in Chopper 8.  We are under the red umbrellas waving at her.

 Thanks, Debbie.

The gang's all here.  Let's party.

 We all had a blast sliding and jumping.

Now for cake! 

                                                                                          Make a wish!

                                                                                              Blow!

                                                                                                   Yum!

Happy 6th birthday to me!

Water War

It's warm and we are ready to cool of.  WATER WAR!!!

Two Wheels

Look at me!  I can ride my bike!

America, America

We have been studying American Symbols in my Kindergarten class. Here are Charlton and I with the American Bald Eagle.

We also learned about the Statue of Liberty.  This picture of the Statue of Liberty looks little but she really is as big as I am because Maga drew around me to make her. .

I know part of the poem that is written on her plaque..."Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breath free... I lift my lamp beside the golden door."

I can also sing you a song about her ..."and my name is Liberty."  

 Someday I hope to go and see her in person.

Of course we learned about our American flag

 and Uncle Sam.

I made some beautiful fireworks and wrote a cinquain poem about them.

This is a symbol to represent me...Smiling Deer, which is my Indian name.

We learned that in Ameirca we get to make many choices. 

We learned many patriotic songs and made a song book for this one...America the Beautiful.