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Now we are twelve

We have this lovely little book of poems by A. A. Milne called Now We Are Six. It was a gift for Fletcher’s 6th birthday. I’m sorry to say I have no idea who gave it to him, but I adore the book. It’s full of sweet little gems like this one:

“When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five, I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.”

But NOW, we are twice six. Now we are twelve. No one writes poems about twelve. Maybe they should. Because from what I can see so far, twelve is awesome.

Twelve seems to forget about schoolwork more often than I would like (and, let’s be honest, it forgets about things like bathing and wearing clean socks more often than I would like too.) Twelve can be sassy, and is pretty sure it knows everything. (Or at least more than you.) Twelve really wants to use swear words, but always asks permission first. Twelve is loud and frustrating a more than a little stinky, but it hasn’t outgrown morning hugs and bedtime kisses. Twelve has a wicked sense of humor and it’s friends can carry on hilarious conversations (you learn a lot driving carpool.) Twelve likes the same movies as you do, and is totally up for a Netflix binge. Twelve drinks coffee and sleeps in late and sends you emails from school. Twelve has its own YouTube channel. Twelve has seen some struggles – it knows it doesn’t always win, that there aren’t always happy endings. But it is still endlessly enthusiastic and eager and ready. For anything. For everything.

I miss sweet little six year old cheeks and that sweet little six year old voice and the simplicity of those long and lazy six year old afternoons. Twelve is complicated. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.


Crossing over

See those sweet little faces in the photo above? Last week they became Boy Scouts. Not tigers or cubs, but full-on Boy Scouts. It happened in the blink of an eye.

Over the past five years my incredible (Eagle Scout) husband has wrangled and herded these crazy boys through the ranks of Cub Scouts. There has been a lot of wrestling and a lot of snacking and a lot of noise. And now, it’s over. Or rather, it is evolving.

The pack had a wonderful bridging ceremony, where the five Webelos literally and symbolically crossed a bridge from their Cub Scout pack to their new Boy Scout troop. It was beautiful, and my sweet Fletcher clearly felt the weight and importance of this step. He’s ready to move on. But it’s the end of a chapter, and that is always somewhat bittersweet.

The next week, Fletcher jumped right into life as a Boy Scout! I can’t believe how little the new Scouts look next to all those big kids!! Saturday he spent a full day at a 6 hour merit badge class to earn his First Aid badge. I am so proud of how eager is to follow in his father’s footsteps – all the way to Eagle Scout!


My favorite part of Halloween is making costumes for the kids. Maybe especially for Fletcher, because it seems as he gets older there are fewer and fewer things I can make for him. He wanted to be Link from Legend of Zelda this year, so I made his tunic, hat, belts, boots and gauntlets. Raymond made him the most amazing wooden sword – I don’t know if you can tell in the photos but he even painted the blade to look like metal. It was incredible.

At one point while I was fitting the costume (even before the sword was made) Fletcher looked at himself in the mirror and said “Wow! It’s even better than I thought it would be!” That and the smile on his face are all the thanks I could ever need.

Cub Scouts and corn mazes

Climbing the walls

For Fletcher’s 9th birthday party, we wanted something low-key, with just his closest friends. An afternoon at the Savannah Climbing Co-op fit the bill perfectly. I was amazed by my little monkeys! Both Fletcher and Lola Gray took to the wall right away and did an amazing job. Even Raymond got into the act and scaled a wall or two.

Those are pet rocks as party favors the kids are holding in the last photo here. I thought I was so clever to come up with that to continue the rock climbing theme – that is until we headed home for cake and the rocks started flying around my house! Oh well. Nothing was broken, and everyone had a good time.

The cake continued the rock theme as well, with chocolate rocks covering the top of the cake. It was possibly the ugliest cake I have ever made, but Fletcher really wanted me to make a 14 layer cake. I only made it to 11 layers, but I think this is the closest I will come to earning my “southern girl” badge for cake making – it took ALL day and still turned out lopsided. But I tried. (I had decided not to try, but then F came home from school on Thursday with an elaborate drawing of his birthday party, complete with a very tall cake showing all 14 individual layers. After that, I had to make the cake!)

Man do I love this kid. There isn’t much I wouldn’t try for him if he asked.

Cub Scout camping

While the girls were doing girl things last weekend, the boys were in the woods doing boy things. Honestly, I’m a little jealous. I am way over due for a camping trip!

Fletcher the poet

Would you die
for a bright and wild world
with a child and a pie?

Fletcher’s favorite part of homework lately has been the weekly writing of a poem using spelling worlds. I don’t know what it is about these poems that tickles me so, but I think they are fabulous – and totally Fletcher.

Would a clown talk to your lawn without a sound?
Give him a crown and he will.