Getting Schooled

The 2014-2015 school year has been underway for practically two weeks, and I’m just now getting around to writing about it:

First of all, my baby is now a big 6th grader:

And then my other two are both in high school – 10th and 9th grades:

For the first time since my first one entered kindergarten, we didn’t walk at least one kid to school – both the middle and high school are too far for walking.  I pulled up in front of the middle school on my youngest’s first day, planning to park, but she leaped from the still slightly-moving car, blew me a kiss and was off.  I was going to walk her to class, but she was gone before I blinked.  My older two at least allowed me to pull into a parking space before they jerked their chins in my direction as a farewell, grunted and disappeared onto campus.

Life had been really busy in the weeks leading up to the  first day of school.  We bought backpacks and grabbed random supplies from Target, but it wasn’t accomplished with much thoroughness or strategy.  We packed lunches and threw them in unlabeled backpacks and hurriedly unwrapped folders and binder paper and tossed it all in, and hustled out the door.

There was a lack of ceremony this year.  I suppose that’s okay.  I pulled into my driveway at 8:05 am, and turned the key to silence the engine.  I sat there for a minute, waiting for the inspiration to jump and shout at the prospect of working in a deserted house.  It didn’t come naturally, so I did a brief, hopping dance as I walked up the walk, and life resumed at regular speed.

 

 

Thinking about Captain America

My oldest has developed a bit of a passion for the Captain America movies.  She likes to dress up like Peggy Carter, she has posters and pins on her purse, and she reblogs lots of Steve and Bucky things on tumblr.  What’s not to like, right?

One of the things that continually delights me as a mother is watching my kids develop their comedic chops.  My oldest, especially, has a very sharp, dry wit and occasional bursts of physical comedy that just slay me.  One of the things she’s got going is an almost spot-on imitation of her dad, which he denies is ANYTHING LIKE HIM, and then he laughs, and she mimics his laugh and it’s perfect.

One of the things my husband is soundly mocked for by all members of the family is his inability to blow his nose using only one hand.  He has allergies, he frequently needs to blow his nose, even when driving, and every stinking time, he carefully extracts a tissue, shakes it open, and then puts his elbows on the steering wheel so that he can place one hand on either side of his nose to blow.

Man, I’m all worked up just thinking about that stupid move he does.  I’ve demonstrated my own one-handed while driving nose technique multiple times, but he can’t, or won’t, even attempt it.  This is the man who will do au natural snot rockets into bushes if he doesn’t have a tissue, but put him behind the wheel, and he can’t manage without two hands on his face.

Even better?  He’ll randomly say to whomever is in the passenger seat “Hey, be ready to steer.”

NO.

So, my kids all have lots of pithy thoughts about this technique of his, and we like to make fun of him about it.  Last weekend, we were headed out for some family togetherness, when he started asking if we had any tissues in the car, because he felt a sneeze coming on.

All hell broke loose.  My son started braying like a donkey laughing about what would come next.  My youngest was like, JUST PULL OVER.  I couldn’t reach the box of tissues for him in the back, so I nudged my oldest to pull out her ear phones and hand it to me, and she shot me a look and said “What’s the matter, Dad?  You can’t steeee….eve?”

We all grew quiet.  I guess she had been trying to say both steer and sneeze and her brain combined it.  But the funniest part was when I asked her what she was trying to say, she just shrugged and said, “I was thinking about Captain America.”

My husband sneezed, and I handed him a tissue.