Award Ceremony

We just got back from going to an award ceremony held for Cassandra's second grade class. Her teacher, Miss. Buchenroth, made awards with candy attached for the students. It was cute, and it looked like every student got one. Cassandra received an award for being a good assistant in the classroom that had malted milk balls attached.

We took Caleb and Lex with us. Caleb was full of questions (and seems to be convinced that Cassandra is going into middle school next year - the big goober head), and Lex was just loving walking on the VCT and showing off for the other kids at Cassandra's table.

I did my fatherly duty while there: I embaressed the hell out of Cassandra in front of her friends. Took some pictures of her (see the Facebook page if you want to view them), pointed out when she was blushing, asked her what "muic" was (she had to write her favorite memory and forgot the 's' when she wrote: "Going to music").

It was a good time. My only regret is that the biological father told her that he'd try to make it to the ceremony... even told us in front of the kids to make certain we sent him a copy of the paperwork so he'd remember to go (which we did)... and then he didn't show. And she wasn't surprised. She never even expected him to be there. Seriously, if you don't give a damn if your flesh and blood cares if you show up to things or are part her life, what's the point in calling her your daughter? I just don't get it.

Oh well. Guess it's a good thing I'm more than happy to step up to the plate.

End of Demented Rambling.