Yesterday my fourth child graduated from 8th grade.
They don’t do any special ceremonies for that around these parts (although they did have a great golden scholar ceremony I’ll get to at some point), so these kids made up their own “ceremony”…in the form of a party…at our house.
Phew, I am tired!
But had to take a few pictures along the way.
It was a crazy afternoon/evening, but so fun to get to know more of these kids who will accompany Claire through all these coming years.
Not pictured was when I was a one-man show trying to barbecue hot dogs and hamburgers for that whole crew…and ran out of catsup…and had to run to two neighbors to borrow some.
A few nights before we were talking about when I graduated from 8th grade…
…which prompted pulling out my 8th grade graduation dress for Claire to model:
Oh man I thought that thing was sure a beauty. Especially paired with my hair in a french braid crown, adorned with baby’s breath tiny white flowers….I remember feeling pretty decked out.
So we had to look up those old pictures:
…a little closer: