I remember, when I was a kid, feeling tortured by the projects I was assigned in school. To me, it seemed as though I always had a diorama, book report, science project or posterboard project due, but it was probably no more than two or three projects throughout the year. I also remember BEGGING my mother for more help (read: DO THIS FOR ME!)
I regularly kid my mother about my seventh grade autobiography...if I wrote ONE SENTENCE in that masterpiece, it was a lot! My mother, however, gives me full credit for it. That's the one school project I have no problem admitting that I had little to no participation in.
Now that I'm a mother, as I reflect back to those torturous days, I probably did the least amount of work on those projects while my mother did the bulk of it. That is certainly the case with my own kids.
As I sit here typing this "confession", I am also trying to work-out in my head how "we" are going to depict a rainforest (the natural habitat of a boa constrictor) on a vest made out of a Shop Rite brown paper bag. My co-creator, Michael, isn't even home from his Boy Scout camp-out yet.
WE have written succesful reports on dinosaurs, Juliette Lowe and Judy Moody to name a few. WE'VE made paper likenesses of the kids, recreated scenes, on a grand scale, of dinosaurs from the Triassic era, made kites, decorated umbrellas, created collections of 100 items for the 100th day of school and made instruments out of household items. I'm sure there's much more but my
Momnesia is acting up.
Years from now when my kids say I never helped them with their school projects, I'll have this blog to show to them and then they'll remember...just like I did.
Putting some color into the pizzeria. 
We watched fireworks at the beach, too. 
More fireworks at Veterans Park (aka Goose Crap Park). 
And blueberry picking with Grandma and Papa.
