Well, hi! Look at me, typing and working. I am now allowed to take my arm splint off for UP TO 20 MINUTES A DAY for typing and work. Do you know how much I'm going to accomplish in that precious 20 minutes? Probably not very much!
There is so much going on and so much to talk about and write about (omg Texas r u ok luv u plz have some money so v sorry), but today I'm just going keep things as myopic as possible and point out that Noah, my Noah, your Noah, OG Blog Baby Noah, is officially a middle schooler.
Congratulations, we are all ancient now. Be careful out there today. Don't break a hip.
(Affiliate link plug here but like, I'm being "authentic" and shit: We got him one of those Gizmo Gadget GPS watches last month and it is an excellent little doohickey. If you've got a kid on the Spectrum or any kid, really, who wants/needs more independence and freedom but isn't ready for a full-featured phone with data and games and distractions and all that, I highly recommend it. Noah loves it.)
(Mentioning it mostly because 1) he's obviously wearing it, and 2) yesterday we went to the Maryland Renaissance Festival [no, I don't really know why either, but hey, I got lots of pics for high-quality website content later this week] and at least half a dozen parents came up to ask us about it and whether it was worth getting. I said yes, and also learned that nobody recognizes the "two thumbs up, fine holiday fun" quote from Clueless anymore and that is a damn tragedy. Do better, renfaire nerds!)
I'm sure we would've gotten a call from him this morning if we hadn't accompanied him to the bus stop, as the middle school bus showed up four minutes early and blew right past us without stopping. Um. Okay. Not off to a great start. Jason drove him instead.
No issues with our regular ol' elementary school bus, thank goodness, except that I didn't look at the (traditionally terrible) first-day photos I took of the other two (third grade and first grade, oh my hell's lands in heaven) until after it left. And that's when I realized I'd spent all morning fussing over Ike's hair and making sure his combover was properly in place... and completely didn't notice he'd buttoned his shirt all wrong.
(Poppy Photobomb! Lookit dat good girl.)
I am so, so good at this. I should start a blog or something.