Jack is my firstborn. The tiny tot I used to call “The Calotype Poster Child” is now a tall teenager.

I didn’t realize how enjoyable life can be with an older child! Instead of throwing food on the floor and singing “The Wheels on the Bus,” we now have such good conversations together.  (AND… some boring ones… because my interest in Star Wars is about a level three, and he’s a solid ten.  But he’s not as interested in writing essays as I am, so we’re even). 

We’re learning to compromise (an essay on Star Wars!) and he’s great at unloading the dishwasher, so he can talk all he wants about SW composer John Williams “He also did Jaws, Mom! Isn’t that cool?” and other things I never knew I needed to know. Thirteen is a lucky number!