How dare middle-school homework be fun?

So, G had homework about a Robert Frost poem and its use in a story she was reading. I got to re-introduce her to Dorothy Parker, and earn her respect for my writing, and expand her vocabulary. Then, after all that, she pulled out her telescope and aimed it at the moon so that we could see crater shadows along the lunar terminator (where the shadows meet light). Along the way, she made me laugh out loud more than twice, and called me out insulting Cy once (and we won’t talk about that on social media…)

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, and I’ll always mean it: each part of her life is fun in its own way. I miss her being immobile and unable to talk, but love the push for independence that we now see everyday. For example: we weren’t asked about her trying out for the basketball team, we were informed about it.

Every day gets better. Only one month until she’s a teemager! (and you hush your mouth, you!)