Look Who's Eleven

--Children are unpredictable. You never know what inconsistency they're going to catch you in next. 
Franklin P. Jones

I have managed to acknowledge all my kids on their birthdays here on this blog, give or take a day, since this blog's inception. 

Until now.

Maybe, like my daughter, my blog is maturing. Growing.

We'll see. In any event, my eldest, my Madeleine, is now eleven.

Anticipation

The start of the school year is so full of promise. It has yet to be marred by unmet goals, unfinished work or kids who are anything less than perfectly compliant, interested and engaged.

Reality will soon kick in (September sixth, for us), but until then I'll bask in the anticipation of what could be and, maybe, on those really fantastic home-schooling days that remind of all of why we persevere, of what will.