Gray kids on their first day of school.
Gavin was a little hyper.
Lucy started seventh grade, her middle year of middle school. She let me take this picture but only if I was really quick about it.
Things I want to remember about my fierce seventh-grade daughter . . .
She is defining herself as an athlete. She's been getting up for early morning cross-country practices since a week before school started. That's dedication.
She has a funky and unique sense of personal style.
She is starting to love her curls, not fight them.
She is not the least bit interested in boys. Except in movies.
Little kids follow her around like ducklings.
She loves her puppy with her whole heart.
She loses everything. Particularly her clothes. How?
Her feet are exactly the same size as mine.
She wants to be involved in everything.
She will gladly dig in the mud for salamanders, catch frogs and snakes, and jump in the river with all her clothes on. But now she showers afterward.
Gavin posed a bit more willingly for his official 4th grade picture.
Things I adore about this sweet and silly fourth grade boy . . .
He will only wear plaid shorts.
He has decided he likes his hair long and messy.
He worries about the pressure of being a fourth grader, and the great responsibility that goes along with that to set a good example for the younger grades.
He can't wait to get a locker.
He feels very strongly about the brand of sneakers he wears. (Vans or Converse)
He still hugs his teachers. Current and past.
He can spell any word.
He will read any book as long as it is a graphic novel.
His class is full of his friends. Because he considers all the kids his friends.
He still refuses to match his socks.
