Summa-time

Nothing says summer like fresh picked raspberries. These were picked at a friends house.

How an 8th-almost-9th grader spends her mornings...

That's our soon-to-be 14-year-old on a summer morning. I have read about the physiology of a teenager and we have living proof in our house. Next week will be a wake-up call (literally) when she starts a four-week academic program at her new high school.

Awww... she still sleeps with favorite pillows (the small bright colored pillow is made from her baby crib bedding!)

Our graduate.

It may only be 8^th grade, but for us, it’s a lifetime.

Ten years at St. John’s school.

From the early Pre-K days to Kindergarten, when she’d sometimes cling to me as the bell rang; to First Grade when she’d greet me after school by flying into my arms with a big ready hug; to Second Grade and First Communion…. then flash forward in what seems like a millisecond to Eighth grade and graduation.

Goodbye you sweet and darling 13 year olds. Off you go to the big world of high school and boys with facial hair, cars, dances, and God knows what else.

She’ll be with some familiar friends at the new school, but there will new faces too. Will they be good friends? Friends she’ll remember like the St. John’s kids?

She has the bright idea to take French instead of practical Espanol.

Surely she won’t be the only 9^th grader with mad skills as an artist.

And what about trying out for the Volleyball team?

What will happen to my baby?

Not sure. I only know that come that first day of school, she’ll be the one looking forward, and I’ll be the one looking back.

Love you, kid.

Barbie rocks the 80s

Pink, plastic, fantastic!!!