At any rate, if I took the time to scan all eleven years worth of pictures; actually twelve if you count kindergarten (which the more I think of it - the more certain I am that the last couple of years of pictures are on the dead computer *sob*) then this post would never get done.
I'd start out with great intentions. Really. And things would be moving along - and then I'd get side-tracked (by someone who needed the computer, or for me to find something, or for me to drive him somewhere, or....well you get the idea). And then before you know it, it would be next year and I'd be right back to where we started.
So, with all that being said - here is Man-Child on his first day as a junior in high school.
Yeah, that pile of wrinkled clothes in the forefront? They came out of MC's bookbag last night. Ewww! In my defense, I did demand that he take them upstairs last night as I was headed to bed. Obviously, he "forgot". Also, sorry for the poor quality - but I got one shot. That's it. But? He smiled. So that makes this picture a keeper.
Apparently, he has acquired a recent aversion to me taking pictures of him. Which results in shots like these:
It may look like he's praying - but he's not. He's hiding from me without making a scene in the restaurant.
This shot makes me feel like a star-stalking paparazzi. I actually have quite a few like this. Or like this -
Where I have to sneak up on him ninja-style and snap a shot even though the lighting is wrong. All because he won't let me pose him and take pictures. *sigh* Gone are the days when he'd see the camera and just start striking a pose and yelling "One more! Take one more, mommy!"
So today, he trudged off to school for his first day as an upperclassman - you would have thought he was being sent to the gallows. At school. With his friends. I bet if they asked him to pose he would.