big day {life}

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Big day for our boy yesterday.

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A blazer and tie kind of day.

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We spent a good portion of the morning getting ready.

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Neel found the buttons the hardest part. I finally had to step in.

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Ever since he was able, Callum has participated in a local public speaking tournament. Several of the area schools are involved, and students in fourth through eighth grade compete in cagetories such as poetry, story telling, original oratory and prose. At his old school, Callum first participated in original oratory in fourth grade. Originial oratory is where you research and write an essay taking a stand on a topic. Last year, at his new school, he tried out for prose. His new school is much bigger than his old school, and it's quite competetive to even get on the team. First are the tryouts in the fall to make it on the team. Then, after working hard all winter, everyone on the team participates in a Speak-Off to see who ultimately goes to the competition. The rules of the competition dictate that only two boys and two girls are permitted to compete in each category, and his school has worked it out that this is the fairest way possible. Still, sounds pretty brutal, doesn't it? But these kids are tough, and they work hard. Last year Cal made it to the Speak-Off and fell just short. He was an alternate to the competition. He was disappointed, but not deterred.

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Yesterday was the Speak-Off for this year's competition.

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Parents are invited to the Speak-Off, and we get to see the results of our kids' hard work. It's nervewracking.

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He pretty much hit it out of the park.

Callum's sixth grade homeroom came to watch the competition (harder to perform in front of them, perhaps than in front of a bunch of judges!), and as Neel and I headed down the hall to leave after the Speak-Off, we heard all his friends cheer as Callum walked back into his class. He had to wait all day to get the results of the judge's decision, but you know what?

He made the team.

dispatch from the front lines {life}

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I'm here. I'm here. I know that my desk looks relatively clutter free, but it hides the chaos in my mind. It's pretty amazing what losing one day to an ear infection (not mine) and one to Ikea (although I wouldn't call that lost, exactly) can do to set you behind. There's not a lot to report from here. I'm madly trying to meet about twenty bajillion different deadlines. My eyes are tired. We went to the mall Monday night to get Callum new shoes and the boy took for-ever picking them out. Longer than me. In the meantime Neel got a new phone, and I got exactly NOTHING. Not even lipstick.

Which brings me to an alarming point (and one that has my husband quite gleeful). The shopping urge seems to have, ahem, left me. I have some specific things I want (J. Crew cropped pants, new lipstick, a new handbag/smaller camera bag (oh, and a new camera lens, but that doesn't count), but the urge to just go and get things.....heavy sigh. Gone. Should I be concerned? Trust me, Neel isn't.

I did get out to the grocery store yesterday (now that was thrilling), and I said "hi" to this woman who looked vaguely familiar. It was an okay "hi." Not stalkerish. And it was only after I said it and she did too did I think, does she look familiar (remember, I work alone all day, people)? Anyway, I went about the rest of my shopping (and maybe I should do this everyday because the check-out ladies were so sweet to chat with!), and as I was getting in my car, I saw that same woman come out of the grocery store and get into her car without any groceries. Who goes to the grocery store just to browse? I know I left the mall last night empty handed (even though Callum left with shoes and Neel left with a phone), but I don't think I've ever left the grocery store empty handed. She didn't even have a muffin.

I um, kind of darkened burned the latest batch of Chex Mix (And if you can get Chex cereal, you can find the recipe on the box. I've been making it for so many years now that I kinda wing it, and I'm happy to share my version, if you want. The less-dark variety, that is.), which could be problematic when it comes to making our own. You have to watch that stuff every minute, apparently. Erin was a dear and hooked me up with several possible containers, and we even looked at one at Ikea, but dude we need BIG. I think I was envisioning more wide than deep, so I guess there's some shopping I still have to do.

We got Callum's dresser put together, but there's much left undone. I need a whole other Easter break just to recycle the flat-pack boxes.