Parent-Teacher Interviews.

We had parent-teacher interviews in school this afternoon; the children were released from school shortly after noon and we had about an hour before the first interview. We popped across the road to the mall food court for lunch and made it back just in time.

Interviews went well and the teachers had good things to say about all three. Truly, it shows when a teacher has a good sense of the child and understands him/her, vs a teacher who doles out generic comments. All in all a good afternoon.

Our little man insisted on taking a picture of his family drawing for Papa, who couldn't be there.

Our dinner conversation carried on long after the plates had been emptied. Our youngest two were dashing around the house caught up in their own game, while the bigs stayed to chat. I don't even think we talked about any one thing in particular. I remember asking the husband how he felt about a colleague's funeral mass he attended this afternoon, and the bigs listened, asked questions and swapped their own stories from school. It was so ordinary but so precious at the same time. 

Transiting the little lady to her bed has made progress but we're back to nights of disrupted sleep again. Here's to a smooth night ahead.