Young Lady is turning nine. She’s approaching those pre-teen years that I
dread so much am so excited for.
I tried a Martha Stewart-inspired bird nest cupcake theme for her class with indifferent success. (What nest? There’s a nest?)
And after school we went to the mall so she could get her ears pierced.
She was allowed to choose one nice pair of earrings as her birthday present, so she chose gold filigree dangly butterfly earrings.
And now she’ll be able to wear all the family jewelry that has been left for her from my grandmother and Matthieu’s grandmother, and from his aunt … including the earrings!
Here’s someone else who is in those pre-teen (or rather – teen) years.
At seven months, Hunter is one big ball of hormonal energy, even if he has calmed down quite a bit with the training.
This is his friend Itou.
Itou is a
pre teen too (a precocious one at that – at only five months).
But Hunter’s testosterone has been getting a bit out of control. I mean – look at him! Itou has met his match!
Or maybe it’s Hunter who has. It might be time to nip all that testosterone in the bud. (So to speak).
I’m drinking, man!
Today was the day that Hunter de Rocancourt lost his family jewels.
And they were not of the gold filigree sort . . .
(although they were dangly)
Really. How could you?