I must face facts. My children are growing up. Maybelline turned 16 this weekend. She and Hunny have settled into a birthday routine, wherein daddy takes his little girl out for a special birthday dinner every year, so they went for Italian, then browsed the guitar store, where they found her dream pedal and headphones. The pedal plugs into the guitar as well as the Mac, and daddy set up Garage Band for Maybelline. She's in heaven.
See her at her school vocal performance last week?
She's not the only one growing up, though. Oatmeal Head, freshly minted 15, attended a dance recital this weekend. His girl who's a friend was dancing. This is the boy who wears his hats sideways and won't tuck in a shirt to save his life. See?
This is the boy who, with no prompting from his mother, came downstairs looking like this:
I give up. I'm giving them both keys to the car. They can get jobs. And move out. They're too grown up. *sigh*
Until I write again ...