what's going on

Eh, I don't know. I've felt way more comfortable reading and watching tv and hanging with the family than trying to be introspective via writing lately. I've been keeping up with the chores and the book reviewing and such, but my regular old ranting, raving and randomness on here seems to have taken a backseat lately.

So, let's see what's going on right now. The onset of June means birthday celebrations, Father's Day fun, and the hugest event of the year-- the LAST day of school. Let's just say that I'm more than a little relieved for this year to be coming to an end... and without going into details, let's also just say that I'm very much looking forward to a fresh start next year. That's all I'm saying.

But, that JAM has rocked the house this year. Good grades, better social interactions, and working hard. I know that every parent says this, but it still feels remarkably like a feeling that only *I* could be experiencing- this disbelief at how old my baby has gotten. I've mentioned a few times that I don't have a fantastic memory (I think I've said that... not sure, though...), but I do have clear memories from the 4th grade. We moved in the fall from one town to another, after the school year had already started, and I left one cool teacher only to spend the rest of the school year with a stereotypical gray-haired, old-biddy-teacher, who had the requisite level of meanness. But, the move also came with the added bonus of making some amazing friends (for the two years that we lived in that town), and a few of them are even on my facebook page to this day!

So, the point is this-- apparently, even if JAM is unlucky enough to have as bad a memory as mine, we're getting to the point where it won't matter anymore-- this life that he's living right now will remain with him until the end. Woah! The pressure! All the mistakes that I make on a seemingly daily basis could potentially be brought up again in some therapist's office in 20 years. Oh my. This is it-- if the previous years have been more of a rehearsal, this is the real show. He's growing up, and he's living his own life, and I'm pretty sure that I've blogged about this before... pretty much every time I've written about him. This whole growing up thing is hard medicine to take!

In a few more days, JAM will be my daily companion with the littlest ones, other than a few things he's got going on camp- and relative-wise, and I'm really quite excited about it! Let's see if we can actually make some nice memories to be dropped in the unsuspecting therapist's lap in a couple decades.

Jumping back in the blogging world,