My boy graduated from 8
th grade 8 days ago. Only we weren't there. Neither was he. We were out of state, with the relatives, a death in the family. So we missed the whole gown, processional,
receiving the certificate thing. I don't think my son really cared. But I'm sad. Mostly because I now have no pictures. So, I made sure to bring my camera along when we took him out for dinner to celebrate his advancement. Like his older sister, he had already opted to skip the big dance they hold for 8
th grade, and simply go out to dinner with his parents and grandparents. So we scheduled the dinner shortly after returning home.
Smile for the camera, son. These are my cherished memories! Oh wait, that actually is a bit of a smile as he peeks out from under his hair. He wants me to cut it. He doesn't like it that long. His cousins were somewhat jealous of how straight it is. They want his hair.
Here he is, inside of
Cheeburger-
Cheeburger. We've had the cheeseburgers and fries here without any problems. Sometimes we'll even get a shake (although I can only
recommend vanilla as a safe option). This was his choice for dinner. He's flanked by Grandpa and Dad, smiling as only he can when he knows a cameras pointed at him.
He
received a watch from Grandma and Grandpa. He seemed impressed that this used to be a traditional high school graduation gift. He tried it on. He switched to wearing it on his left arm the following day. We, his parents, gave him, well, dinner.
And here he is. My newest High
Schooler. Am I ready for this?!?
My boy graduated from 8th grade 8 days ago. Only we weren't there. Neither was he. We were out of state, with the relatives, a death in the family. So we missed the whole gown, processional, receiving the certificate thing. I don't think my son really cared. But I'm sad. Mostly because I now have no pictures. So, I made sure to bring my camera along when we took him out for dinner to celebrate his advancement. Like his older sister, he had already opted to skip the big dance they hold for 8th grade, and simply go out to dinner with his parents and grandparents. So we scheduled the dinner shortly after returning home.
Smile for the camera, son. These are my cherished memories! Oh wait, that actually is a bit of a smile as he peeks out from under his hair. He wants me to cut it. He doesn't like it that long. His cousins were somewhat jealous of how straight it is. They want his hair.
Here he is, inside of Cheeburger-Cheeburger. We've had the cheeseburgers and fries here without any problems. Sometimes we'll even get a shake (although I can only recommend vanilla as a safe option). This was his choice for dinner. He's flanked by Grandpa and Dad, smiling as only he can when he knows a cameras pointed at him.
He received a watch from Grandma and Grandpa. He seemed impressed that this used to be a traditional high school graduation gift. He tried it on. He switched to wearing it on his left arm the following day. We, his parents, gave him, well, dinner.
And here he is. My newest High Schooler. Am I ready for this?!?
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