I thought I would take some time to reaquaint you with our family. It also gives *me* an opportunity to reflect a little on my children and the wonderful people they’ve become, and I don’t think you can ever go wrong with that.

Michael is now an amazing 17-year-old young man. He is a junior at our local creative and performing arts magnet school, where he “majors” in instrumental music. Specifically, he plays the cello, although he also dabbles in piano, singing, and composition. Somehow, he’s gone from an 8-year-old boy who whined about cello practice to a 17-year-old who practices for hours on end and has to be told to stop playing at night because other people are trying to sleep.

This is just one of the reasons I love my oldest son, Michael.

Last week, tired of being snowed in and needing to burn off a little energy, I took the children to Chuck E. Cheese. It was noisy, hectic, and we won’t be doing it again. But oh, it was worth it for this.

That’s Michael, my 13-year-old. And next to him is his ball-crazy little brother, Matthew. And see that boy next to him? Do you know who he is?

Yeah, neither do I.

And neither did Michael.

I’m coming in right under the midnight deadline to post pictures of our birthday/Fat Tuesday celebration. You see, my oldest, Michael turns… gulp!… eleven tomorrow, but we fast on Ash Wednesday, which would have meant no meat and no birthday cake.

He ended up choosing salmon for his birthday meal, but we decided to have it tonight so he could truly feast.
Michael’s meal of choice: salmon, mashed potatoes, green beans, and orange soda.

And for his cake, he picked a King’s Cake!

But Nicholas was the one who found the baby in the cake.

A day in Michael’s life… minus his main lesson.

First up was spelling. No picture, but trust me, it wasn’t very exciting.

Then he had Christian Ed. He’s v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y working his way through Christian Studies. Today he copied the memory verse in his main lesson book.

As part of his botany main lesson, he’s “adopting” a tree in the yard. He took this photo, using the “law of thirds” he learned about in the Digital Photography club at our homeschool co-op. When he came in, he wrote a story from the tree’s point of view.

Michael, sharing a funny Shel Silverstein poem with his sister.

We’ve been doing the second of two books I bought from Moving Beyond the Page, and I’m just as underwhelmed. The 9-11 year old Poetry book is really just a series of worksheets and I don’t think I’m going to be using Moving Beyond the Page again.