So, another chapter of our lives is getting ready to close. At the beginning of next month, Brendan will be graduating from elementary school and moving on to middle school. I know! I can't believe it either.
Last night, we were talking about a class field trip they're planning to make to the middle school to take a tour and have a sort of orientation session. Brendan was doing his level best (with a completely straight face) to convince Mike and I that they only sell slushies in the cafeteria as a lunchtime beverage choice. Mmmhmmm, sure.
He's growing up, that's for sure. He was in the 75th percentile for his height at a recent doctor's appointment. Another year and he's going to be towering over me. Next year he'll be getting up to get on a bus at a totally ridiculous hour, and will be totally responsible for remembering to do and turn in his homework, without constant reminders from his teachers. He'll also probably discover that girls exist (lord help us all), and have to find his place to fit in with a couple hundred other kids his age.
Overall, he's such a great kid, though. He holds open doors, carried my stuff for me while I was on crutches, still likes to curl up next to me on the couch to watch tv, and begs for 'one more minute!' at night to read when we tell him to put down the book and go to bed. He loves spending time with his friends from Scouts, and is turning into a first rate soccer player. Let's just say he could kick my butt! And probably Mike's, too. He's turning into a little gentleman* right before our eyes.
* We shall not discuss the incident this weekend where I held out my hand to catch a drip of grease from his bacon, and he wiped the bacon on my hand like a paper towel. *sigh*