Maxwell celebrated his last day of kindergarten with the traditional picnic and waterfight at his teacher's house. She predicted that Max will grow up to be an Ambassador of Goodwill because of his talent for promoting peace and harmony within the classroom. That was a compliment to savor. 
Sunday was Callie's graduation party. The Cafe Rio food was a hit and we had just the right amount. There were so many people in and out we don't have a headcount. I just prayed that there would be enough loaves and fishes for all, and there were. My husband was amazingly supportive in our little hosting adventure. Callie was very gracious and looked so cute in her traditional Ecuadorian dress. Her transition back to real life has been a little bumpy, mostly because she misses Juan the boyfriend in Ecuador.
The day she got home Maxwell refused to go to school. I cajoled, coerced, bribed and threatened. Finally I walked him to school in my pajamas. When he still wouldn't go through the doors, we just knelt down on the sidewalk in front of the school and said prayer. The minute we said "Amen" Callie came riding up on her bike and ran over and gave him a big hug. He happily grabbed his backpack and went into the school without even looking back. He had been worried that Callie was home safe and his anxiety was sky high. I didn't know it, but Heavenly Father did, and answered my desperate prayer. Also Wilson passed Math, another plea from a desperate mother.
And so summer begins. We are going to spend the weekend in Idaho with Grandma and Grandpa Poodle. I've got the chore charts, summer goals, scripture study curriculum and summer camps lined up. By August it will seem like a joke, but for now I'll make every effort to maintain a house of order.
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