 Today was the school carnival. It's hard to believe that Desmond will officially be a fourth grader before long.
He used to fit between my thumb and the crook of my arm. Now it's difficult for me to carry him upstairs on the rare occasions when he falls asleep on the couch watching a movie on a weekend night. He stepped on the scale in the bathroom the other night, and he's a svelte sixty pounds these days.
It was easier writing about him for grandparents and aunts when he was just a toddler-kind. Although he has always been his own entity, he's really been turning into his own person. There are other considerations that must be taken into account now. He has romantic interests. He is involved with the complex friendship dynamics of pre-teenhood. He has his own website. Won't be long till he's texting with his cell and updating his facebook page.
But anyway, I don't have much to say about him and the carnival, as I didn't really even see much of him at the carnival. We got there, I put on his wristband, and he was gone. My presence in his life is becoming less necessary.
So I went home from the carnival early and worked on the kitchen floor. I'm removing all the "old" grout and going to try to do a much better job this time. Work like that appeals to me. A nice break to work this line of grout from this wall to that wall... and affect a difference I can see when I'm done with the task.
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