and growing up. Beautiful memories blend seamlessly with some wretched recollections and in the end I have this intelligent, considerate, enlightened adult. I guess kids don't need to have an impeccable, idyllic childhoods after all. However, I am going to visit him on Thursday to check on the progress..... Just dinner, I am not going to have any creepy moments like the mother in Love You Forever.One of the many advantages to sending your child to college is missing their presence. While phone calls are rare, we do keep in touch through texting. This is how I find out that he is turning his room into a living room and moving his bed in with Irish Mike and Nihaal, using the campus computer labs since he is having his motherboard replaced again, the SI Swim Suit issue arrived and he is loving this semester. Why? His brilliant mind and "I don't want to be a lawyer" arguing skills are activated during Intro to Asian Religions and Political Theory and Cinema.....I can't wait for the conversations around the dinner table when he is home again. This ought to be interesting.
very cute
ReplyDeleteHuh - He's not swaddled! I see what you mean by "whatever you do, don't unswaddle him" :-)
ReplyDeleteChris took a "swaddle like a straight jacket course." Our poor babes didn't move for the first 2 months.
ReplyDeleteThis was the hospital photo...notice the lovely startled look and the jaundiced tan he sported. I don't remember swaddling Ian that much because I brought him home in the grips of a heat wave. I remember trying to nurse with sweat running down the both of us...
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