And She's 12

A mishmosh of photos - from the day she came until now - and here she is...the last year before she's a teen.

She's strong and brave. Stubborn and cheeky. 

She's insanely aware, smart, tries hard, falls apart easily, works herself well, pushes herself on occasion, is an avid reader, has a huge vocabulary, is a helper and a doer. She cares little of fashion, lots of Hurricanes and Daddy and Maggie and Softball.

And she's my girl.

I love every inch of her. Even the parts that drive me nuts. Because I am sure I do the same to her!

 

And the Band Plays On

He's growing up so fast...and he's learning so much. Sometimes I can't keep up.

He likes trombone. Sort of. 

I'm not thrilled with his teacher who insists on placing students to the very last chair. When you know your last chair, what does this do to you mentally?

But he plays on. Maybe because we force him.

Maybe because he likes it.

I keep hope for Marching Band and the joy that might come with that.