There are a few words. Always.
Random Wednesday along with Wordless Wednesday. Why not make that a THiNG!
I like to use cliches. Sometimes. Like haste makes waste and the early bird gets the worm. Jack likes to A. Pretend he doesn’t know what they mean. B. Insult the cliches. Or C. Secretly covet them and use them later in his own conversations. I bet his kids will definitely be sitting on pins and needles waiting for their dad to get the lead out. Etc. haha.
Jack hates these 2 in particular. Well maybe not hates but strongly annoyed with…
1. You sound like a broken record.
Jack: Does that mean like a record from the 70s? And if it’s broken how does that even work?)
2. Kill 2 birds with one stone
Jack: what does that even mean? I don’t think anyone has ever even killed one bird with one stone.
And so on. Have you met Jack? King of the one liners? I told him he should write the one liner handbook. Each zinger would be a new chapter. It would be a very long book.
I took out the recycling today and scribbled in the bottom of a card oats box were the words “Dank Memes”. Sigh.
For the rest of the post I will go wordless 🙂
Jack had a cold last week for a couple of days and we doctored him up and sent him to school anyway. It wasn’t that terrible, and he didn’t have a fever, but he had a sore throat and was kind of rundown.
Sad to say it hit me on Friday, I perked up yesterday, and today I feel like dog poop. But I just tend to ignore it and then it usually goes away … kind of like a Jedi mind trick :-).
I was talking to Jack about his sore throat and asked if it made it hard for him to talk in class. (Which might actually be a good thing LOL).
Jack: Nooooo. I actually talk the most in the classes I hate so I can get those teachers sick.
Such a nice boy… 🙂
(Photo from a fishing trip we went in last weekend)
Jack always comes home with hysterical stories about things that happened in school. I always forget to write them down! Here are two that cracked me up…
Jack: (talking to his friend in the car) We actually did nothing science related, just watched “animals are jerks” videos. Then we did 5 minutes of photosynthesis and then watched a sea world video about a whale that ate a trainer. It was lit
Jack told me this story in the kitchen. The way he tells the story makes it even better. Maybe I’ll start videotaping them! 😉
Jack: So this was on the first day of school and we were all going into health class and the teacher was like “Welcome to health!” Then this kid tripped and face planted right into a chair. He had to go to the nurse, and then went home.
Ok it’s not funny that it happened but his delivery was on point!
Well, for those of you who are still checking my blog, ha ha, it’s been a little while since I’ve posted due to the fact that school has started, and we are just so darn busy!
Jack is now in 8th grade and really likes his teachers and his classes, yay!
So far there hasn’t been any homework drama, and the assignments haven’t been terribly difficult so that makes both of our lives a lot easier! Though they do get quite a bit of homework, more than I appreciate actually…
So, our afternoons are generally taken up by snacktime, dog time, homework time, dinner time, and a very tiny bit of downtime, after the very important shower time. 😦
Jack is at the age now where his appearance is more important than ever, though I know that will continue to ramp up for a few more years… 😬
The thing I like about Jack is that he always had his own style; he has pretty much branded himself since as far back as I can remember…. Jack has more than a dozen very cool snap back hats, with all sorts of very cool and trendy designs, and unless he’s in school, you will rarely find him without one on his head. His hair has always been on the longish side, though sometimes he gets it cut short and surprises everyone. I like him best with hair on the longer side, so he has a sort of casual skater-dude kind of look about him.
Jack can be particular about the length of his shorts the tallness of his socks and the type of shirt he wears. Everything kind of has to match. I remember back when he was two or three and he started dictating exactly what he would wear each day. I was shocked thinking I would have a few more years before I had clothing arguments with my little boy, (if at all) but there he was, telling me what he would and would not wear. I couldn’t just grab whatever and put it out for Jack to put on in the morning for school, or even for play.
Young Jack: you can’t wear long sleeves with shorts mom, and you can’t wear short sleeves with long pants. Don’t you know that they don’t go together! Everything has to match!
So began my schooling in Jack’s wardrobe choices.
Now that he’s older, I’ve seen him break the taboo rule and embrace the fashion faux pas, and wear short sleeves with jeans, or a long sleeve shirt with shorts, because frankly, when you live in Connecticut, you never know what the weather is going to be. And, the schools are so hot that you need to layer just in case you have to peel something off after gym class or before you get on the bus and suffocate.
Now, I only have to worry about Jack misplacing specific articles of clothing. And I mean … specific.
For example… He’s very much into Keith Haring, and has a few shirts with his art on them. Look out if you can’t find that specific shirt in the morning. There will be hell to pay. Mainly by me naturally. 🙂 sometimes, Jack misplaces his very special newest hat, and we have to stop everything and tear the house apart to try to find it. Usually it’s wherever he dropped it last, but sometimes he doesn’t remember where that is. And of course, over the last year or two he’s lost a few very important hats:-(
Jack needs his sneakers tied a certain way, so they are easy to get on and off, and this sometimes takes extra time but it’s part of what makes him Jack. 🙂
He recently purchased a really cool pair of Vans that he designed himself online. They are really nice! And of course they enforce the “brand” that is Jack.
I’m typing this blog, and it feels so late, but I just checked the time and it’s only 4:45 PM ha ha. That was a nice surprise 🙂
If approved, I will be able to post some
Pics of Jack’s hat collection. But, for now, here is a quick peek at his new Vans 🙂
Jack: Are they here yet? It said two days. Check the email!!
me: Ummm bad news…(I check the email and it now says two to three weeks for custom orders)
Jack: Aaarrrggghhhh! Why are they such liars!
me: Yeah not sure but that’s annoying. Sorry, we can check next week. Or in two weeks.
Jack: (next day) Hoe about now? Check your email.
Repeat each day for two and a half weeks. 🙂
I remember my first day of 8th grade. Seriously I can remember back that far.
I had Exersole (“earth shoes”) shoes from Thom McAn (the “lower in the back” shoe). we had to go in the store, wait to be served, have our foot measured, and try on about 10 pairs of shoes and WALK in them around the store, and have our foot and toes prodded by strangers.
Jack ordered custom Vans high tops online. He picked the style and all the colors. We are still waiting for them to arrive, though the checkout message CLEARLY stated that they would arrive Thursday, today. When I checked the email, however, the wait time had magically changed to 2-3 weeks for custom orders. (you could probably hear the screams as I told Jack this sad sad news)
I wore Gouchos, those above-the-knee shortie pants things. Though I went for a more summer look goucho, with a matching patterned top. I think I remember (gasp) pink. Omg just saying Gouchos hurts my memorabilia lobe. My mom made our clothes and used “patterns”. She was actually really good at it, but of course when you’re a thankless brat, what do you know? Wait, maybe the gouchos were 7th grade. I also remember discovering mini skirts about that time. I thought I was so cool.
Jack has cool clothes from cool stores that me and his dad bought. I can almost sew a button on, and that’s about it folks.
In 8th grade I was worried about boys and grades, and had the god-forbid-I-have-to-get-my-feathered-hair-wet-in-swimming-class fears! We were forced to swim. I happily took the zero each time, though I was a great swimmer. From 5th grade til 7th, I would attend swim class with glee. And somewhere mid-7th grade, I was like WHAaaa— BOYS—? And my hair suddenly became WAY more important that a stupid swimming grade.
Not that I had “boyfriends” per se. There was the one boy in our neighborhood that we all had a crush on and I’m sure we all kissed him at one point or another. I remember (maybe 7th grade?) we were all in the neighbors pool and we would dunk underwater, have a quick peck kiss and then pop up like no one was the wiser. Except everyone in the pool knew what we everyone else was doing. It was like a water version of spin the bottle, without the bottle, and the spinning, and … with … water.
(for the record that is NOT me) Photo credit: somewhere on internet google search.
Ok, this is a funny story. Though it might have taken place at the end of 7th grade. So, basically, same time frame. I was walking down the hall with Danny and Lisa. I’ll never forget. Danny had just broken up with someone, and Lisa, who was in the middle, turned to him and said:
“So, are you going to get another girlfriend?”
He said, “Well, I was thinking maybe I’d ask that one.”
That one? I looked around. Was he talking about me? They looked at me.
“Oh.” Lisa said.
I thought that was awesome. Though he wasn’t even on my radar until that very moment. We went rollerskating once and I remember the new song that just came out, “Another One Bite’s the Dust”, by Queen. I thought I was so cool with my rollerskates, my boyfriend (ok, friend that was a boy) and my hip knowledge of the latest songs.
I don’t even remember what happened to him or if we ever spoke again after my father (most likely) picked me up from the rink that night. (ok LATE afternoon). He probably scared poor Danny away. Maybe he asked Lisa out! Hmmmm….
Everything was SO different “back then”, am I right?
My mom certainly didn’t walk me to the bus stop or give me a ride, or even notice I was gone… Well, I’m sure we said goodbye, but with a house full of other kids running around, she was probably glad to see me go each morning. Of course, that would be after me and my sister fought over the ONE tiny bathroom because “we have to do our haiiirrrrrrrrr!!” We both have massive amounts of hair.
(not us, but darn close)
Not sure where all that hair came from. Our electric bill must have been staggering. Each morning was a struggle for my mom to get everyone ready and fed and out the door. (Those Frosted Flakes didn’t necessarily fill you up until lunch either! Just saying!)
This sounds like the story “I walked 2 miles to school each day, uphill both ways”, but I did actually walk to school from 7th to 9th grade. It was 1.5 miles from my house. Maybe a tad less. Just under the distance for which you could safely claim a warm bus ride. Hellooooo, winters in Massachusetts anyone? Deadly frostbite? Driving stinging sleet? Aquanet hairspray meets mother nature??
I remember walking with my friend, who went to Catholic school, each morning. We would head up the street to her bus stop, and then I would continue on ANOTHER MILE to school. The snow would have probably piled up overnight. The roads were deadly slush/ice combinations, and school would NOT EVER be cancelled. I remember this because my friend got to wear the cute Catholic school plaid skirt, and she paired it with these babies:
The funny part was, as she walked, the front bottoms of the clog would start to collect snow and pretty soon she was walking on ever-growing snowballs on the bottoms of her feet. If the snow also collected on the heel, she was, in effect, walking on the first pair of stacked-heel clogs! Who knew!
I’ve forgotten why I started writing earlier, but I’m having fun going down memory lane. Don’t get me started on Dr. Scholl’s and other memorabilia! (I bought a blue pair and have them still in a box. Though I wanted red. They are not the same real wood that I remember. I also don’t think they are that comfy anymore.) But I lived in my original wooden pair when I was 12-13 years old! I would carry them in my hands because I was oh-so-cool as we walked to the store barefoot. Why dirty feet filled with glass was considered cool, I’ll never know. But I thought I was the shizzat.
Oh yes, let me swing back to the title of this blog post and remind myself of why we are all here. The first day of 8th grade. It’s JACK’S first day of 8th grade! Wow! How about take the focus off of me for like 5 minutes. 🙂
I was actually just starting this blog post, and looked up to see that it was almost time for the bus to arrive, so I ran down the driveway to meet it (and hopefully sneak a photo of Jack coming off the bus). The bus was late, probably because all the mom’s are taking the first-day-of-school photos. So I had time to kill. I checked my Instagram feed. Then I checked my blog stats. (Really, thanks guys for reading!) I had a lovely comment from a follower who just had a baby girl in March. So, she’s like JUST coming out of the WTF stage, and into the I’m-tired-AF stage, and sort of getting her mind/body/spirit back enough to shower and look presentable. I hope! She sounded great in the comment she left me, and said she had followed this blog for quite a long time and has see Jack pretty much grow up “digitally” of course. I’m always flattered that there are real people out there reading my posts, and not just “Like Back” people. It’s nice to know that we may have entertained or helped people with our stories. MY stories. Jack insists I only tell lies now. Sigh.
Back to 8th grade. 2017.
me: Ok, ready to head down to the bus? All your stuff packed? (He had an 18lb backpack, a saxophone, a gym bag and a lunch bag. It was ridiculous.)
I was all set to take the getting-on-the-bus photo, when we received a text from Jack’s friend’s older sister. She offered to give Jack a ride.
Jack: Tell her yes!
me: Okayyyyy (sort of bummed)
And there he went off in someone’s car. I took some nerdy photos that he will never give me permission to post. (hold on, I’m actually going to ask right now)
Yeah, so, could you hear the screaming? Sheesh. Can’t even post a photo anymore.
So anywayyy… I had a fun day off and did some fun beachy, doggie-walkie things and then waited for Jack to step OFF the bus at 3pm.
me: Want me to carry that?
We walked up the driveway.
Jack: So, my teachers are pretty nice.
me: That’s good. Even Mr. A?
Jack: Yeah, he’s not bad.
So, that was the wrap-up of the first day of school in the 8th grade. And, the nutritious and well-rounded lunch was eaten and enjoyed… (I remember I used to buy those 3-packs of Choco Chip cookies EVERY day from 8th to 12th grade, seriously, that was my lunch. I remember these twins, they used to bring chocolate milk powder in these little baggies and dump it into their milk. I was jealous I think. And I liked the way they chewed their food. It was very glamorous. I still mimic it to this day.)
The saxophone stayed at school, probably til the end of the school year, so Jack doesn’t have to carry it back and forth… He doesn’t have homework. Just a few chores (put the silverware away PLEASE, take Moca for a walk PLEASE…) and there you have it!
Share some memories of 8th grade in the comments. I would love to hear them!
Good luck class of 2022!
I’ve learned that being a parent means there is always something to feel guilty about, always something to feel sad about, and always some sort of feeling of loss after every milestone has been met and your child charges headfirst into the next stage of his or her life.
And of course there are many happy times and good times and funny times, just look at the last seven years of my blog, hello! 🙂 But this is a new phase for me, one that my friends have told me they are going through or have recently gone through. It’s kind of pre-empty-nest-syndrome because your child still very much needs you in almost every way. Except, they don’t anymore.
I watched my son grow and change from a chubby little boy who was curious about everything, into a toddler that could never be told “no” when he wanted to do something, and then he grew into the little boy that had to master everything himself with as little coaching as possible (insert tantrum here if you tried to show him how to ride his bike for the first time without training wheels, for example); and now he’s this tall, handsome, amazing, mature and talented young man who I think takes his own talents for granted. He really is gifted in certain things that have just shown themselves in the last couple of years, like his cartooning, his video making skills, his wit and use of language, (though I wish he would use those powers for good instead of evil LOL), and and his ability to make people feel comfortable around him no matter what their age, or their situation. He is just generally easy to be around and very good company… especially for me and our animals 🙂
So why is it, as parents, we are so excited to get to the next phase of our child’s life, and then when we reach it, we struggle desperately to keep them there or to turn back the clock to where they just came from. I think that’s why people have two and three kids, they just want to relive those special times because once they’re gone, they are gone forever.
I didn’t have the ability to give Jack a sibling, though I really wanted to, so I have to enjoy this ride fully, and that may be why I’ve documented so much of his life on this blog, I know that it’s so special and so precious to me that I don’t want to forget a single minute.
Then and now:
Jack at 5 years old: Mommy, guess what? I invented a dump truck that pushes the sand in your sandbox and turns it into…
me: Jack, honey, hold on one sec. Mommy’s on the phone.
Jack (not listening): And it turns the sand into magic sand so if you ever run out of sand this will fill it back up and it will be all clean like the beach sand, and not dirty like the sand in the woods that gets you all muddy because…
me: Jack hang on one sec… (I make an excuse and hang up the phone)
Jack: And its magic sand that I don’t have to worry about getting dirty and it will never ever run out! You just have to use this magic dump truck right here and it will push the magic into it and then see? You don’t have to ever worry about it again!
me: Take a breath Jack. Try to break it into breathable chunks of story. You’ll pass out if you talk that fast.
Jack at 12: What.
me: Um, just wanted to call and say good morning. How’s your day?
me: What’d you do with dad?
Jack: Stuff. Can I go?
me: Jack you need to talk longer than 30 seconds and say more than 2 words. Geez.