What the what??

C came home from school on Monday with her high school registration materials. High School Registration Materials. Everyone around me sees that she's grown a solid 8 inches since the beginning of middle school, gone from a kids size 2 shoe to a women's 8 in the same period, and is capable of making music... real, grown-up musician music.

I, however, still see this:

It moves fast, y'all. Really, really fast. One month from today, I'm sticking spunky little toddler on a plane to Frankfurt and on to Paris... without me. I don't know whether to be jealous or worried so I've settled on "proud and happy" with a peppering of worried because I'm human.

I remember taking that picture of C as I was agonizing over preschool, and now our evening conversations quickly turn to high school classes and possible college majors.

Did I mention that this guy:

Will be signing up for middle school in the next week or so? Help me... I can't believe it.

Fortunately, I still have this one:

Who promises me 2 more years of elementary school (and then... world domination!!).