11. My baby turned 11 in November.
Mallory is halfway through 6th grade. We just got her first semester grades. Most of them were pretty good – with the exception of one class.
A in gym
A in spanish
A in choir
A in media
A in math (which she claims is her least favorite subject)
A- in English
B+ in Ancient Civilizations
C+ in science
Grades aside – it’s been sort of a rough year for her – her class this year is doing a personalized learning program and it’s required a lot of her, and us. The kids are totally responsible for keeping up on their assignments and everything is done on the computer, which is a blessing and a curse. I like that I can keep up on what she should be working on as the days and weeks and months go along, but she seems to really like it.
Softball is still her main gig. She added community ed basketball last month, and is doing after school volleyball, and is still doing Girl Scouts (and yours truly is the Cookie mom, again – ARGH!).
Her favorite thing to do is play on her phone and listen to music, but her having a phone isn’t Rick’s favorite thing. She isn’t into crafts (I KNOW – THE HORROR), and is techy like her mom and grandpa, and is beyond excited to take a Photoshop class at a field trip to EMU later this month, so, as she told me, she can get better than me at Photoshop. Luckily she checked herself and said “yeah that probably won’t happen”. :-) But it’s still fun that she wants to learn it!
After a trip to the eye doctor, and talking about some concerns we have with school, Mallory got herself a cute pair of glasses that she’s supposed to wear for reading and computer work. I’m not so sure how much those actually get worn (ARGH) but I remind her as much as I can. She has been begging for glasses & braces (probably pretty sure she’s the only kid wanting for both of those) so she’s halfway there, sort of. Her teeth are coming in almost perfect so we can use the money saved on orthodontia for my therapy bills for having to deal with her in the upcoming tween & teen years. (I kid, sort of.)
Well, speaking of softball, I have to go pick her up from practice. PEACE. OUT.