Middle School
One week I was rejoicing with surprise over how much I had been
enjoying parenting the middle school years, but the following week, I
realized that we just hadn't reached the difficult stage yet, which
apparently begins in 7th grade. So we're donning our Ephesians 6 armor
and constantly examining God's word for wisdom and truth. We moms are
committed to praying each other through these middle school years, but
given the trials that I sense await us around the corner, I thought a
before and after picture would be amusing. Here is our before pic taken
after only 17 days of 7th grade. How old and worn out will we each look
by the end of the school year?
We're already seeing lots of mood swings and friend drama, but she still loves her friends dearly and goes to a lot of effort to decorate her friends' lockers. It must be the top love language for middle school girls.
Kinderbuddies
The kinderbuddies program is very popular at our school. Each 4th grader is paired up with a kindergarten student and serves as a big brother/big sister to help the younger students in their transition to school. In our son's case, two boys are assigned to one younger student because our kindergarten enrollment is down this year. They officially meet once a week, but they look for each other throughout the school year to wave, smile, and offer encouragement. Our son's class attended their kinderbuddies' flag pinning ceremony last week as well. During their weekly time together, my son will read books to his buddy, teach him things he is learning in 4th grade (like the bones of the body as shown in the picture below), or help him with a craft.
While driving my son home from school one day this past month, we had the following conversation:
Introverted boy: Sometimes I wish I was the only kid at school.
Me: [Gasping while mentally planning therapy sessions for
him until remembering that introverts just need a little downtime after
being around lots of people all day.]
Less than two minutes later.....
Introverted boy: I can't wait to go to school tomorrow because I get
to read to my kinderbuddy and hang out with him. He's so cool. I sure do
love my kinderbuddy time.
Introverts may need their quiet and
their space, but they love others deeply with beautiful sincerity. I'm
so glad I married one.
4th Grade
Based on his grades, the feedback I'm getting from his teacher who sings his praises, how much he loves his teacher, and pictures being shared on the class website, I think my son enjoys school more than he lets on. He still thinks homeschooling is better, but he sure seems to have a lot of fun there, no matter how strict people say it is.
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| Mrs. Gardner's 4th grade class |
His best friend Ben isn't in his class this year, but they play on the same football team and see each other at recess and lunch. They still get together often during the weekends, too. Here are a few recent outings of those silly guys together.


Middle School Teachers
Our new science teacher is every students' favorite. She's a huge blessing to the school, and I'm doing my best to keep her encouraged. She's hands-own, organized, and so spunky. I found this little pun on her classroom wall the other day.
I hope they also do a lot of laughing in that class like we did in STEM GEMS.
Teachers need all the love and support they can get.
So, I've been trying to love and support another of our daughter's teachers with anonymous gifts and encouraging notes each week. The gifts usually involve her favorite color and her favorite food. I'm also trying to get to the school when I can to help her with lunch duty, so she can have a few moments of peace and quiet during the lunch period. We take the 7th and 8th graders outside to the field house (and field) to release some of their energy and their noise.
My first day helping at lunch felt like a scientific investigation. For that day's sociological research study, we tested the
validity of perceived stereotype vulnerabilities associated with 7th and
8th grade subjects with regard to student engagement, degree of
respectful behavior, mode of emotional release, inclusive tendencies,
and cross cultural, cross gender interactions as complex macro-nutrients
are infused into the bloodstream during a brief period of release from
the containment area while also being exposed to solar radiation and the
scent of well used turf grass. (AKA - Middle School Lunch Duty )
School Pictures
While I know it can be very self-defeating to compare oneself with
others and strongly warn against it, I still think it helps give our
kids perspective when we share how much worse life was for us at their
age or for children in other parts of the world. Out of all my tales
of suffering and woe, nothing made my daughter feel better about her
situation quite like showing her my 7th grade school picture when she
wasn't happy with hers. The feathered wings had her in hysterics.
:-) #anythingtomakehersmile #noshameover40 #awkwardyears
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| 7th Grade - Daughter (L) vs. Mother (R) - She has her dad's smile! |
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| Guys' Turn - Our son is in 4th grade, and I think his dad is in middle school in this photo. |
By the time our kids are seniors in high school, let's hope our daughter doesn't have 80's hair like mine, but I imagine our boy will look like a Bop magazine pin up poster, as did his dad.
Crazy Critters
When the critters play hide and seek but forget who was supposed to seek, I have to find them both.
Orwell likes to do what Muffin does. He sits in Muffin's cage, hops
around the house, and even eats Muffin's leafy greens. He has a plethora
of resting positions of his own, but this pose is the quintessential
bunny sprawl, likely copied from Muffin as well. Now let's see if he
makes his ears lop for his next ape trick. #CopyCat
They also both seem to enjoy yoga and/or Pilates. Here is Muffin's latest pose.
The vet told our cat he was getting a little pudgy, so it looks
like Orwell has started the couch to Christmas tree training program.

I buy my husband's cat all his food, litter, multiple deluxe scratching
posts, litter box, toys, etc. I let him live here even after he
destroyed all the carpets, expensive area rugs, leather sofas,
recliners, chairs, bar stools, etc. which I spent countless hours
shopping for to find just the right match for our new home. I even just
bought him blue soft claws with shiny sparkles for his next spa day
instead of getting him declawed. I organize play dates for him with his
pal Boo. I discipline him gently and
hang out with him all day long. I even let him take a portion of my
husband's affection which should all belong to me. The cat sheds hair everywhere, but I'm the one to clean it all up. I
even let him sleep on or under my luxurious sateen bedspread. But this
cat still despises me. I try to be nice to him and play dumb cat games
with him, but all I get in return are claws in my skin and sinister
hissing. So how fair is it that I am also the one who gets to take this
cat to the vet? He recently got a boatload of shots, so I continue to be
his arch enemy.

Orwell got a manicure earlier this month. He's trying a new color this time. How does blue sparkle work for him? Since my husband loves this cat so much, and I'm always scolding the cat, I jokingly call this the manicure that saved our marriage. (This soft claws were the last straw between the cat and me. If he didn't stop ruining everything in the house, he would have to go. He still scratches, but these claw covers keep him from piercing so much.)
Two little critters sitting in a (cat) tree

One is as curious as can be.