Nathan, our little bee-keeper and drummer, starts middle school on Monday, and Elena, our budding gymnast and comedian, starts first grade.
Nathan arrived wanting to sew, so we got out the machine, threaded it, cut some fabric, then he decided he wanted to make a pecan pie! On our way home from California Pizza, we stopped in at Trader Joe's for our pie supplies. Who can keep gluten-free rules when a little boy labors over a pie all by himself? And who can turn down one tiny pizza while being entertained by two munchkins?
They re-enacted scenes they find hilarious in a certain movie, then told me that Mom said it's inappropriate. "It's got bad words in it, Yenna, so you probably shouldn't watch it," Elena cautioned.
When we called Nana from California Pizza to wish her an early birthday--she turns 93 tomorrow!--Elena, always a tad bossy, advised Nathan on certain things he should say to Nana.
"Go away, Elena!" he said. "I don't like people telling me what to say on the phone!"
She appeared slightly crestfallen for about a minute, but she bounced back and all was well.
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There's nothing I wouldn't do for my two Virginia teenagers, either--though I have, unfortunately, fewer chances to eat pizza and make pies with the big guys.
When I asked Day how they responded when she got the news that she's been picked for Assistant Principal at her school, she said--"They both responded in their own ways...."
Marcus, more ebullient, did his Marcus version of jumping up and down, as he is wont to do--"Yay, Mom! That's terrific! You're going to be great! Yay!"
Jackson, more grown up and subdued and understated, said in his deep man voice , "Cool, Mom..."
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