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Adults!

Today, the boys are 18. EIGHTEEN.

We went to our usual dinner at Texas Roadhouse last night (they’re supposed to have a game tonight, but the weather is pretty yucky so we’ll see) and they got shoes and socks as their gifts. Yes boys, adulthood is boring.

And the 17 birthdays prior to this one:

17 years, 11 months

aka the last monthly picture as children.

Some people have asked if I’ll stop when they turn 18. No, I will stop when I cannot take them anymore. I suppose next August will probably be the last one. 😦

17 years + 10 months

I am very proud of taking this and posting it on the correct day! (ETA: well, apparently the narcotics haven’t completely worn off because I originally titled this 17 years + 2 months.) Especially since this was done mostly one handed. And with my left hand, no less!

(Shoulder surgery was a week ago yesterday and holy shit did it hurt. Am starting to feel better now, but won’t have the use of my right arm for many weeks.)

Boys are doing great, getting ready to start submitting college applications. Can you believe it?!?

17 years, 8 months

A week from today is their first day of senior year.

(I’ll save any thoughts I have on that for next week’s post.)

17 and a half

Don’t forget to take the monthly pic before we leave for the airport, I told myself. Okay, I forgot. Don’t forget to take the picture before we drop the boys off at my sister’s. Okay, forgot again. Thanks to Aunt Jenny for getting a pic of the boys before the day was out!

We had a busy week in Virginia between my niece’s graduation, four college visits, and an MLS game, but it was a lot of fun!

(To answer your questions, no, they don’t want to go to the same school and they want to study Sport Management or similar.)

17 years, 4 months

Posted on time! Woot!

It’s been a hell of a week – George got robbed half a block from our house at 8:45 in the evening last weekend (he’s okay, just battered and bruised – nothing broken), plus lots of other random crap. I’m happy to say that I’ll be on a cruise ship with a friend for the next week. The boys only have one week of school before spring break, and I think we all just need a break.

17 and one quarter

This year, Mardi Gras fell on the fourth. Mardi Gras Day starts early, so we took this on our way to take the ferry across the river at about 8:30am. However, once we got there, the boys learned their friend wasn’t coming, so they went home. Just as well. I’m pretty sure I would have embarrassed them if they’d come along.

(I was Sally O’Malley because I’M FIFTY. Somehow I managed not to throw my back out stretching and kicking.)

17+1

My birthday celebrations started this weekend, so I’m a little late posting, even though I took it on the right day!

17 years!

I am in Istanbul right now, so George had to take the picture, which is why you can’t see their feet. I can’t believe my tiny babies are 17! SEVENTEEN. I can’t wait to give them hugs tomorrow night!

16 years, 11 months

Gah! 17 in a month? 17 sounds so old! Blah.

And I’ll be on a work trip for their birthday, which makes me sad. Oh well.

16 + 10

It was a gross, rainy, gray day on the 4th so the picture quality isn’t the best, but here it is!

Miles got a haircut the next day, and now I keep calling him Oliver. Oops.