Hear that sound? Neither do I!
Both my sons returned to their respective college campuses yesterday in anticipation of the start of the spring semester. Which, if you’ve been paying attention, is the final one for my older son, Jake.
First, C.J. packed up his Ford Fusion and left with his roommate, RJ, at 9:30 a.m. for the 90-minute trek to Huntsville. Why so early? They needed to check in at their dorm and then watch the NFL playoff games (one of which was sad for my younger son, who picked San Francisco to lose in his suicide pool; that knocked him out).
Two hours later it was time for Jake to start the three-hour drive back to San Antonio. In this senior year of “lasts,” we checked off “last winter break.” I’m sure he’ll miss the four weeks of lazy days gaming with friends when he’s a working man.
I must admit that after three and a half years, I’m used to Jake coming and going during the school year. But my baby boy, the college freshman? Not so much. And I’m not so sure that I want to have it feel familiar. Before I know it, both boys probably will be out of the house, and I’ll always experience what greeted me this morning once the Mister left for work.
Good luck with your spring semesters, my sweet sons!
When my sons were young, I loved reading the book “Caps for Sale” to them. We liked both the story and the illustrations of the peddler who wore his wares and had to deal with a bit of monkey business to keep them.
Here’s C.J.’s version of that peddler. My younger son is a long-time cap collector. He wanted to see how many hats he could wear on his head.
The final tally? Fourteen.
Sorry, but none of them are for sale.
After I had snapped two photos on New Year’s Eve of my sons holding their parts of a 2014 sign and smiling (do you believe in miracles?!?), C.J., my younger son, asked to see what they looked like in my Nikon D700’s LCD.
Once done comparing them, he told me I could use the second pic, which is the one I posted in yesterday’s blog. Mission accomplished . . . or so I naively thought.
But when he saw the photo posted to Facebook, he was a little upset.
“That’s not the one you were supposed to use,” he said.
I guess I’ll add “mind-reading” to the list of skills I need to accomplish in 2014.
So I went back and processed the first photo (aka the one he supposedly rejected). I think he and his older brother look cute in both pics. But as long as the kid is happy, it works for me (unhappy boy = lousy pix).
Once again, Happy New Year!
It’s been about four months since we visited one of our favorite young families, the Russells. Being in dire need of a little Glen and baby Jonas fix, I texted mom Kelly last Friday about getting together.
We made it happen, cap’n (as our younger son likes to say), a couple days ago, enjoying a delightful visit with the fab foursome at their house. Can we ever get enough of our adorable little G? Impossible! We love listening to him talk.
Of course, now we also get to dote on baby Jonas, who looks like a bigger version of his brother (much like my little guy did . . . for awhile). I got to spend some time bonding with the small fry, who made me feel right at home by constantly wiping his snotty nose on my shirt (he’s suffering from an ear infection and congestion, poor kiddo).
Did I mind? Not one bit! It brought me back many years to that wonderful time when my little sweeties did the same thing as I held them. Good times . . . and lots of laundry!
It looks like Kelly and big Glen already have their hands full with their beautiful sons, who they clearly adore. Been there, done that, and loved it times two, too!
We don’t have a huge house. It’s about 2,500 square feet, a nice-sized (for us) one-story.
But, apparently, it’s much too big for my sons. Last Sunday when I was sitting in the family room near my baby boy, I could hear him talking to someone on his MacBook Air.
“Who are you Skyping?”
He laughed. He was actually Skyping his brother, who was in the dining room! We do tend to text each other in the house, but Skyping? How lazy can you get!
The answer? Even lazier! Soon my older son walked into the family room toting his MacBook Pro and sat on the couch next to his little bro. Where they continued to Skype one another.