I still can't believe I am the mom of a 16 year old. It doesn't seem possible at all. It seems like just yesterday I ditched my boyfriend the week before Ringdance, so that I could go out with my friends and have some REAL fun. You know, the kind that involves dancing until your feet hurt to classics like It Takes Two, Whoomp There It Is, Jump Around (my personal favorite- from back in the day, driving around in the Chevy Beretta with Heather, singing at the top of our lungs), and our Ringdance Theme Song: In Your Eyes from the best movie ever, Say Anything. "Dude, you're bringin' me down." It also brings back memories of imbibing illegal substances. I am going to be that lame mom who assumes my kids would never do that. I have to, he drove my car! Besides, I really wanted to be a good kid. I even suggested we go to a local favorite drive-in to eat, rather than spend a ton of money on some fancy restaurant none of us could afford. Doesn't everyone go to Doumar's for Ringdance? Anyway, this post wasn't supposed to be about me. Oops. Tripped up on Memory Lane.
Here are some pics of my baby.
|This is a friend of his (Sydney) who offered to go with him at the last minute, |
since he recently broke up with his
And what does the mom of a kid who is leaving for Ringdance wear? I knew you were wondering....
|Shirt: Old Navy (cheep, cheep)|
Jeans: Gap Distressed
Necklace: Anthro Obscured Orbs
Belt: J Crew
|I am such a goober: Trying to give you a closer view of the necklace, but watching what the kids are doing out of the corner of my eye too.|