our romaniac started middle school (grade 7 here) today, so of course there was no chance of mom's going over with him to get a photo in front of the door. having slowly ground our way through the novella-sized pile of forms that were required, we were both pretty sick of each other by the time we went to bed at night. he did condescend to sit in the rocking chair long enough for me to grab this one, but that was it. this is absolutely foreign territory for him, although the dad and i have wound up getting through it with the 4 older ones. i gnaw on the fear that he will be completely adrift in a new place that holds no contextual cues for him. when i'm sick of that one i exchange it for the fear that he will ignore the academics completely and just party down all the time. such a wide array of things to worry about! it is what it is. he's got an unlimited supply of charm and wit, so we'll say a prayer that these things will bring him to where he needs to be.
his sister the redhead was out of here so rapidly this morning, that she was only a blur moving through the kitchen, around the island, and out the door with "bye! i love you! trailing in her wake. (i'll get her photo later.) two more years of high school and it will be #4 in colleg/law/grad school--not that i would ever wish these days away. they're each special in their own right. i should really write things down, there's not room in my brain any more!
louie was not at all amused to see his people spilling out the door this morning. he wore a line in the carpet going from the front window to the door, grumbling under his breath the entire time. he's made peace with things for the time being. i would do will to take a page out of his book, eh?