March 2017, it has been a very eventful month of milestones that I just have to blog so I can read back on this and remember how incredible this month has been, and it's not over yet.  This month I was completely WOW'd to see my son win his first 300m high hurdle race running Varsity as a 15 year old sophomore.  I was just hoping he would run hurdles but varsity and he wins with a 41 sec time... I was proud beyond words. 

Sitting at a track meet this weekend, waiting to see my son run his first event of the day, 100m in a 4x100 relay, I hear the announcer over the PA begging kids to check in to their race. "I'm still waiting for XXX HS and XXX HS to check in, come on kids we need you in the staging area, hurry up please..."  I almost lost it.. but instead I laughed and asked the parents next to me... when did the begging start? We all giggled.  It really took all of my will to stop myself from going up to that person and tell her to knock it off.  

It's exciting to hear my son was stopped at the shopping mall by a modeling scout.  But I was filled with tons of emotions... is this real?  what kind of modeling? how much will it cost? what do they want?... But I never questioned why they picked him. Speaking as a gushing mom but also as an observer, he has a classic fair haired California surf look, with a little bit of other nationalities mixed in (typical american) . But I think it's more than a look, he's a sweet charming kid with a quick wit and very easy to laugh.. (he even laughs in his sleep... ever since he was a few months old til now)  So I wasn't surprised at the idea, both his grandmother and I played with the modeling world, we did more clothes/ramp work than photography but this was different.   I got a text from the agency, "Can we meet with their top scout and discuss putting my son in a Showcase in June."   I read up on the company and looked at their 

Do you cringe when your teenager starts a sentence with "Why can't you...",  I do. Usually. it means the start of a fight. Parenting can be such a rollercoaster of emotions.  How can this man standing in front of me be the same boy I rocked to sleep when he had a bad dream?  Opps I slipped into reminiscing again...  back to teenagers.  Last week, in a last minute request, Hey, I need an extra $20 bucks, I need to take her out on a date and I don't have any money...  Wait... what?  you're 15. 

Final week just before Christmas break is a very difficult time of the year for my high school sophmore. How do you study when everyone is having Christmas parties and enjoying all the christmas events?  Easy, I don't let him go... Esh

So he hides in his room and says he's studying... Music is playing he's singing, laughing and talking to friends... This is not my definition of studying.   How do I motivate this kid?  He's too old to make him read to me and sit at the kitchen table so I can watch him do homework while I make dinner.   or is he?..

"Hey kid, why don't you come down here so I can see what you are studying?"
----no answer

"Hello? what are you working on?
--- stuff
--- Hey did you get me a snow jacket for Christmas 'cause Dad got me pants... 

"I'm not telling you... are you studying? "...
--- no but I just sent you the kind of jacket I want.