Every January it seems to hit our house like a ton of bricks. I am not talking about the flu, or colds or bills, those hit to but I am talking about change.
January seems to be the month that we have to prepare for the changes that are coming in the next year. This year seems to be the biggest yet.
We will have three kids in three different, "real" schools, for the first time.
It hit me last night when we were at the "
open house" for Marquette High School. Emily will be a lowly freshman when the next school year starts. We have been
inundated with five year plans, class scheduling, tryouts for teams and that is just the stuff she has brought home. Last night we were
herded into two gymnasiums and a theater to learn all about the programs, classes and clubs that Marquette offers. In true 13 year old style Emily left her mother and I to fend for ourselves while she ran off socializing with her friends. She saw what she needed to see at the club tables and left the academic stuff the us. I guess we are blessed in the fact that she has no real troubles in school and is taking honors classes so there was not much of need to discuss things with teachers.
I don't think we were the only parents walking around with dazed looks on our faces. The kids seemed to know what was going on, I just went with flow. I of course did
dutifully pull out my wallet so Emily could get her first
Marquette Mustangs sweatshirt and sweat pants.
Emily did discover a talent that she has earlier in the month. Her Girl Scout Troop/Venturing Crew went snow
skiing. I dropped her off hoping t
he best yet preparing for the worst. Remember, we are talking about a kid who as broken three out of four limbs just walking. I was asked to stay and ski but I begged off a fourth knee surgery at that time. ( Besides if I would have stayed Emily would have broken something
because we are always trying to out do each other.) When I went back five hours later to pick her up I saw her gliding effortlessly down the slope like she had been doing it all of her life. I am taking full credit for this. I taught her to ice skate and to balance herself so this one is mine.
As if the month is not crazy enough we have Alex and all the planning that goes along with starting middle school. In the fall he will be 6
th grader at
Crestview Middle School following in his sisters footsteps, not really. Where Emily was in "challenge" classes and was the social butterfly Alex will be in "stretch classes" and will develop his own network of friends who I am sure will be a little "different." We have been down the middle school path before so the only thing new to us is the gifted part but Michelle has a handle on that. We did figure out that Alex did not inherit is mother's musical talent so he will not be enrolled in band next year.
In keeping with the year of change Alex is moving on from Cub Scouts and into a Boy Scout Troop. As the den leader I had to take the boys to a meeting of their new troop. I guess it really hit me when we got there and I saw the older boys leading the meeting and took my guys right under their wing. When we adults were
separated for a meeting away from the boys I could just hold my breath and hope they did
OK. At the close of the meeting we all met back up and I was proud when the scouts told me about how good they were and how ready they are for the next step in scouting. I guess maybe I did do an
OK job with them over the last five years.
Now that baseball is starting back up we will have a few more months of utter chaos!
We have
always said that Mallory is our artist. She is constantly drawing. painting, cutting or
gluing. I have a
stack of stuff that she wants me to scan for her online gallery. She recently saw the television commercial for a "starving artist sale." She announced she wants to work for that company! It is good to have an ambition... I guess.
Michelle and I are doing fine and just trying to keep up. I am going to try and update this blog more frequently so check back often.