Loving Frank & Grandparents

My mom gave me this book by Nancy Horan about Frank Lloyd Wright and his mistress Mamah Borthwick. At first, I thought it was just a fictional novel about a woman's relationship with him . Then, I found out she really existed and the relationship really happened. Although it is a fictional account many of the events are true, including her and her two children's murders. What a shocking ending to say the least. Still, it was a very interesting story and very well written. I would definitely recommend it.

On a completely different note...a while ago my parents sent these adorable gift bags for the kids. (There were four, but Will dug into his right away.) They were filled with the usual assortment of Halloween goodies and plenty of candy, of course. My favorite were these foam picture frame kits the kids decorated. Aren't grandparents the greatest?

Random thought #3. Yesterday Jimmy had his Fall Dance at school. He was so cute. (Can you still say that about an eleven-year-old?) He went from not wanting to go to 'can we please hurry up so I'm not late'. The dance started at 3PM right after school, but he wanted to come home first and change/brush his teeth, etc. So grown up. He mostly hung out with his friends eating and playing pranks but from what we can gather there might have been a girl he wanted to dance with. Oh no! Maybe that's what all the teeth brushing was about. My Jimmy likes a girl! I'll be alright...someday.

there he goes.

My little Jimmy heading off to another day of middle school.

He's been doing great this year. He gets himself up in the mornings (what?) , comes to the breakfast table, gets ready and heads out the door...without being asked. Then, he comes home, gets started on his homework and has it done by dinnertime...without being asked. Hey, it only took 11 years.

My mom thinks maybe it's because he has more independence this year. The responsibility is on him to get to school, get home and get his homework done. That and also maybe he's growing up. Sniff.

Jimmy has a Fall Dance at school on the 21st. At first, he said he didn't want to go because he didn't know how to dance. We told him you don't have to dance if you don't want to, just go and hang out with your friends and have some pizza. Then he said he would go. Of course, we couldn't leave well enough alone and start asking if maybe there's a girl he likes and would like to take to the dance. Bad idea. Hopefully, we'll learn.