Let's start with some flashback shots that never made it to the blog, just for the record.
|This one makes me laugh every time. I think there was a long string of drool as well here.|
|First day of Kindy-garten.|
|Becky, Leslie, Nathan and Sarai|
She has been playing in the Pep Band for girls and boys basketball. I did this my senior year of high school and loved it. The way the games are set up here, though, they play back to back varsity girls and boys whenever there is a home game. That's a lot of bleacher time and it wears her out a little, but she has fun hanging out with her friends there. I feel like the band isn't very big since our tiny school always filled up the bleacher section for the band, but maybe it just looks that way because there are just more bleachers here. I should check my yearbook and count how many we actually had. Also, pep band is not required attendance, so there may only be 50-75% there for a given game. She is just left of center here, the tall one with the flute.
She has been very proactive about getting ready for her driver's license. Not only do the kids have to take driver's ed, but they have to log 40 driving hours before they can receive it, including 10 nighttime hours. So she has been running many errands with Mark, and occasionally I even was brave enough to let her take me a few places. She finished up her hours on the way to the DMV. She is also under the mandate to only drive herself or family members for the next six months.
|This is Mark's car. I told her we could get her a great-Grandma olive green boat from the seventies for her birthday like I did when I turned 15--driving age in MT (drove it once and promptly gave it back), but she declined.|
The week of her birthday she also completed our church's Young Women's Personal Progress program, and received the Young Womanhood Recognition Award. This is sometimes compared to the Duty to God award for the Boy Scouts. She has been working on it since she was 12. The mothers are encouraged to work on it with their daughters, and I was able to stand up and receive mine alongside her as well . (Kind of glad I don't have 10 daughters.)
They were all able to come, and we had 16 teenagers in our home that night. Wow. A bit raucous. Leslie and her dad planned the party (I did the streamers, gifts and cake) and did an Olympics theme, where the kids were split into 3 countries and had all these crazy events, scoring points and earning the gold, silver, and bronze at the end. It was pretty funny.
That night one of her friends was picked up in this Lamborghini, (on loan to the Dad, who is in the business), and the kids were having fun taking pictures with it. A perfect end to a sixteenth birthday.
What can you say to that, really? I guess we all needed to be taken down a notch. Pressure is off--no more trying to look good!
We asked him what he meant by that, and he said, "Leslie had to ask a boy to a dance, and Mom has to wear makeup!!"
Just then the doorbell rang, and our family was somewhat vindicated. The boy said yes.
Boston got in on the science scene as well this month.
"So how has your day been today?"
Hilarie looked up with astonishment, "Are you talking to me?"
I laughed and answered. "Yep! My teenager actually talks." It was a proud moment.
On to the dance, which was Great Gatsby themed. She planned the date with two of her friends. They had a nerf gun war, pizza, then got dressed up, then went to the dance, then had root beer floats. Fun stuff, but mostly I just liked how pretty she looked and wanted to stare at the pictures all evening as I stayed up watching Cary Grant movies and waiting for her to come home. Typical mom I suppose.
|One fun note: The stylist's little four-year-old daughter sat and watched Leslie's hair get curled. She didn't make a peep until Leslie stood up. "OH! She's a QUEEN!"|
|This picture warped the sides a bit.|