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It’s that time again! Time to do math!
That’s right, the boys are 13 years and 3 months old.
So that is…159 months old! 13 and one quarter. The other day Miles told me something horrifying. “We will be 15 next year.”
That is technically true, in 2022 they will be 15. But that was very cruel of him to point out.
In other news, look at Linus’s haircut! He desperately needed it.
I am beyond the math here. Someone help me out.
What are they up to right now? Enjoying their new room, even still keeping it neat! Playing Football Manager and Fortnite. Not doing enough summer reading. About to start reminding themselves what math is to prep for a placement test. Though surely keeping track of football team standings and scores and all that stuff is keeping their brains sharp? Mmhmm. School starts virtually in a couple of weeks, so I’m frantically trying to get three desks set up around the house.
I photographed and edited and posted this all from my phone. What can I say, I took Friday off work and didn’t want to go near my computer.
Not a super exciting fourth for us. I made pita bread and cake though, and we used some old sparklers. So yay.
Happy half birthday, boys! Also, this is number 150! We decided to change venue again this month, this time in front of the jasmine, which still smells sweet.
Six months til they become teenagers. Hold me.
I took this on time, but I mean, you know, who cares if it’s not posted on the right day? What is a day? What is time? So here you go, the 148th monthly pic. Ooh, we’re almost up to 150! I wonder if we’ll still be locked down for 150? I don’t want to think about it.
The boys are doing well. They miss their friends. They miss school. (This is unusual.) But they are handling all of this much better than I’d have expected. I used to complain about them never wanting to go anywhere. Now I’m grateful they’re homebodies.
Also, they are all the same height, despite what the picture might indicate. Just different levels of slouchiness. Getting them to take the picture is enough of a battle, forget posture.
Twelve years, two months!
Ten years ago, I started a 365 project, and kept it up for three years. That’s a photo a day, every day. I think I’m going to try it again this year. (Admittedly, I had a few failed years after that, so let’s hope it doesn’t end up unsuccessful again.)
Yeah, this is our ceiling. New year, new ceiling. (Thanks to a toilet overflow in the upstairs bathroom.) I hope (but don’t promise) that future photos will be more exciting.
Some sweet smiles this time around, for #143.
Eleven years, eleven months. Twelve is only a month away, which sounds so old. But not as bad as a year from now when I’ll be sobbing about how I almost have teenagers. But I still have some time. Whew.
I am amused when I look at this month’s picture next to last month’s. Finally some consistency from month to month!
Except this time Linus is a blond, and a few differences in jacket situations. But still. As close as we can get.
I want to include Ziggy in this month’s post because he’s so darn cute. He probably warrants his own post because look at that face. Those ears!
I think he was looking at a squirrel. I mean of course.
My hearts. 11 and three quarters. Almost 12. Stop, time!
PS They’re loving liking middle school. How cute is Miles in his PE uniform? (He has it first period.)
