Of course, whenever I renew my convictions about how I want to parent, my children suddenly act AWFUL. Must. Be. Strong. Ruthie (3) has especially been a bear, which hasn't been helped by night terrors, Every. Single. Night. I am SO tired.
Then there was the out-of-body experience of registering Allie for HIGH SCHOOL. Our district is a little hyper on the planning, so we still have several months of eighth grade, but still. Wasn't she just in diapers yesterday?
The only saving grace of the experience was that when we were doing all the paperwork, one of Allie's middle school classmates asked her, "Hey, is that a new girl?"
To which Allie replied (horrified), "No, buddy! That's my MOM!"
Ah, I'll live off that
(Must have been the braces, because it sure wasn't the laugh lines!)
Got a little more work done on my photo books, and now Allie is working on one for her best friend, too, so we're fighting over the computer a bit more than usual. It was 82 degrees today, which makes it a just about impossible to get in the Christmas shopping mood, so I managed to procrastinate that a few more days. We wouldn't want it to be TOO smooth, now, would we?
Last but not least, today is Neal's birthday. I am now the mother of TWO teens. Talk about out-of-body experience! All I can say is, I should have gotten started at this motherhood thing MUCH younger!! Whew!
He's still just as sweet with
Anyway, since we started the tradition on Allie's thirteenth birthday, Dennis and Neal are going out tonight somewhere for a good steak and a nice man-to-man talk. I think there might even be man-jewelry involved, but that's not my department. I'm just in charge of the Chocolate Fudge Cake.
Here he is this summer. He's funny, quick-witted and stubborn, but also the most tender-hearted of all my children. He still loves a good hug, but I feel him loosening his grip on my apron strings, and it's bittersweet.