GREAT stuff

So far, I'm dealing with Brett's high school senior status much better than I dealt with Bart's. Brett's already showing signs of independence and seeing those signs makes the transition much easier, I suppose. Doing something that you don't want to do--like push the baby bird out of the nest--is much harder, and I've felt that we've been doing that for the past year with Bart. I hate that feeling, but it has to be done. We're not abandoning him to the outside world, of course; we're just trying to get him to make it on his own.

Anyway, that's not really what this blog is about.

I may be "dealing with" Brett's senior year, but that doesn't mean I'm emotionally detached. We got his proofs Friday. It is so stupid how seeing wonderful pictures of your beautiful baby (you're now sworn to secrecy if you read this) can make you blubber like you're watching a Hallmark commercial or you're reading a Hallmark card. (Shut up.) I fought it before and I didn't expect to fight it again, but I did. They are SO wonderful! And we have to pick 4. They take like 40+ wonderful pictures and we have to choose 4. We've eliminated a few--like the "grab-your-ear" picture (what do photographers take before they start their days?) and the puppy-dog-eyes picture (even though I LOVE it). The elimination round took us down to about 35. Oh, goody.

Too many parentheses.

Off to church (hope it's better this week) and then to Aunt Patty's.