Preschool Grads
My Godkids Jake and Avery are a BIG highlight in my life.
We share a love of whoopee cushions and the ridiculous!
Some of the best “I love you’s” have come from them. And I feel blessed.
I renamed Avery while she was still in the womb. Often I nickname people and really- I have no idea why… So Avery became Puce. That word is funny to me. I share a warped sense of humor with Puce’s mom Holly. Holly and I are long standing bff’s since junior high days. Holly is named Krusty. I am named Dirt. And Avery got stuck with the awful and goofy name Puce. (Krusty for Krusty the Klown because she wore this “amazing” one piece striped outfit to high school one day and I said it was a clown suit. She called me a dirtbag and well- you can figure it out from there.)
Now you have the background. Saddling Puce with a goofy name and touching her mom’s belly while she was in there has given me a cross to bear. Every time Avery Puce does something wildly doofus-y, I get a text with a picture explaining how it is my fault. Often it says “look what your kid did today..”
Sometimes there is a toy stuck up a nostril, a tortilla turned into a mask via teeth, a protruding tongue with lunch all over her face, fancy outfits and legs pulled up over the head. A few of her life goals are to: ride a skateboard, own a motorcycle and be the girl who sits on the ball at the gym. I’ve watched her do the most energetic things on the playground. All the while we are standing by totally sure she is going to bust her skull wide open but she never does. She tells me the sweetest things. She tells me the most hilarious things while being deadly serious. She has the most sincere heart I’ve ever encountered.
Puce graduated preschool this past weekend. It was one of the more hysterical and cute nights of my life!
Imagine a stage full of 4 year olds, decked out in western duds, squirming, hiding, showing off and generally wiggling all over the place. They sang, they demonstrated sign language and crooned out a country song about a first love. A few cowboys exited stage left to race to the bathroom while clutching their cowboy parts. Avery was very proud to get her diploma. When approached with the microphone, she was not ready to tell the world what she wanted to be when she grows up. Most likely because it changes weekly (as it should). She remedied that later by marching back up to the stage and proclaiming she wants to be a swimming teacher. There were a few tears shed over being given the wrong diploma. Very upsetting business but rectified after the ceremony.
Puce and I are going on a date soon for lunch and park time to celebrate her accomplishment. I’m looking forward to it!
Below is a mixed gallery of the girl in various stages of herself and the graduation. Enjoy!!!
Last thought- my favorite chosen profession of the night was: earthworm.













































































































































