<p>TJFS is VERY funny. We spoke on his layover. He had a ball. :)</p>
<p>a) funny b) tall c) lots of girl interest</p>
<p>Definition of a logical series:).</p>
<p>Yay for funny sons! I just dropped my funny son #2 off in Cleveland AND got to see my daughter for her birthday (she lives there cause her H is in graduate school)…so it was a great couple of days. 
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<p>Moms of August babies–remember those days of hugeness and feeling very like a whale in a maternity bathing suit? The only place I was comfortable really was the pool. :(</p>
<p>What a difference in soph year vs. freshman year! Better dorm, suitemates of his choice, happy to see all his old buds (and girls), knows his way around campus…here’s to a great year!</p>
<p>My son won accolades from his friends who helped him unload for having the LEAST amount of stuff. Sensible boy.</p>
<p>Mom of a Sept. baby, checking in here from NJ, having had a great evening with him and his fave uncle and aunt and having had far too many glasses of pinot grigio (but preceeded by an excellent Italian ice, as only New Jersey can offer it). While waiting to check out at Target with his red and black cereal bowls and mugs and a new room fan, I noted more than a small amount of excitement in his voice as he admitted to loving to have new stuff to unload and assemble. (“I don’t know if you know this or not, Mom, but I really love having new stuff. It’s gonna rock.”) We just laughed our guts out over a nice Spinal Tap, and what does he think is appropriate to do at 2am before moving in to his dorm room first thing in the morning? Take a shower. Duh.</p>
<p>In the morning we’ll stop at Dunkin Donuts for the real things and coffee. And he will wear his In N Out Burger California t-shirt as he moves in.</p>
<p>Damn I am going to miss him something fierce.</p>
<p>Lots of hugs to you mootie. I’m really really feelin you! Don’t you feel SO LUCKY to have a relationship like this with your son? That doesn’t end, ever. </p>
<p>XXOO</p>
<p>Father of an anticipated August baby than hung on until early September, then arrived as a nine pound Butterball.</p>
<p>Darling D is all moved in her first apartment. She also is a collector of stuff and is so thrilled to be an apartment that she can put her personal stamp on, including furniture.</p>
<p>D had a drawing selected for the exibition of pieces by last year’s freshmen. She is more excited that she wants to admit.</p>
<p>Her leaving was harder this year than last. She has removed so much from her room including her desk (not red) and most of the things from her walls. It feels much more permanent than last year.</p>
<p>We miss her again already.</p>
<p>sniffle. sniffle.</p>
<p>Hey, mootie! Good luck with the move-in! Thinking about your son (see post #7743) made me decide to track down an old guy-friend (not “boy friend”, at least from my perspective) from decades ago who went to F.D. I didn’t let on who I was 'til he confirmed that the email I found was the correct email. I then (after he did confirm that the email I’d found was his) sent more identifiying information to his business email, which I assume will get looked out tomorrow. I’ll keep ya posted. Good luck with move-in- and please have a chocolate covered bavarian creme donut at Dunkin Donuts for me! Yummmm!!!</p>
<p>Can I get a SA “I survived taking my kid to college for the first time” t-shirt??? Just got home from the 6 hr drive from Maryland back to NC. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry, but I lost it at the last moment. At least I was able to keep it to a sniffling minimum. It was about a billion degrees, no a/c in the dorm room, naturally…This family of 4 was at its stressed-out peak. It was like 4 rubber bands pulled as tightly as they possibly could be pulled…It’s a wonder we escaped the weekend without one of us choking one of the others. My normally calm-cool-collected science geek D played the role of Psycho-coed quite well, the 16 - yr- old - D played her recurring role as drama queen, H seemed to zero in on the things that would set them both off, and kept a running hissy fit coming from at least one of the girls…actually, it was like fireworks at the fourth of July—one D would explode, and then the other one would explode, then he’d be one of those really big ones that takes over the whole sky, ending up in a huge sonic boom. I kept trying to run interference and keep things slightly “normal”, but ended up getting ****ed at everybody. I’ll take a really tall one, and send the marmots over to cheer me up!!!</p>
<p>astrophysicsmom–consider it done! A tall drink, marmots, and a session in the massage chair for you.</p>
<p>How did you have room in the car for the whole famdamily and the college kid’s stuff? Or were you towing a U-haul?</p>
<p>astrophysics, I admire your honesty! Nothing like moving boxes up and down multiple flights of stairs with no AC to really bring out the best in people. Add in losing one’s beloved child. Add in the shock of seeing the quarters for which you are being charged 8K. Add in half naked adonises wandring the halls in towels for a little maternal jealousy (see sluggbugg’s UCSC move-in story). The IV is ready and waiting. You have come to the right place. Peace out.</p>
<p>Love the description, astromom. NOW you see why it is nice to skip all that pressure to be a properly emotional family that keeps it’s sctick together in one hundred and one million degree heat.</p>
<p>Personally, I’m looking forward to a nice farewell drink at the airport pub and then bon voyage to the both of the rascals. S1 is taking S2 down to school. I envision that drop-off scene as a dump of the bags on the floors and a “C’ya.”</p>
<p>Antoehr benefit of GaP Year is that they’ve already lived through a couple of horror dorm stories. S2’s best one was the German who couldn’t afford to pay the hostel fees for several nights running. He moved from bed to bed until all the beds were taken and then he rolled under one of the beds for the rest of the night.</p>
<p>Coming up on #7777!</p>
<p>Ok - How many of you have actually seen a marmot? Dropped S off last Thursday at UC Boulder and spent the next two days in Rocky Mountain National Park. First day was spent driving/hiking up above the tree line on the Ridge Road. Absolutely breathtaking. Was reading about marmots at the visitors center. Then saw one up close and personal on the trail. Yellow bellied marmot. I immediately thought of CC.</p>
<p>Marmot reference in today’s “Get Fuzzy” cartoon…</p>
<p>I see groundhogs all the time. does that count?</p>
<p>I slept until 11:00 today, and carefully stepped over the piles of empty cardboard boxes, storage containers that we couldn’t convince her that she needed to keep, empty cooler, and half eaten bags of pretzel rods (H’s road trip snack of choice) that were strewn all over the entryway. D2 got off to jr. year of high school this morning (actually woke up before her alarm clock), and had a long IM session, followed by a phone call w/ Astrogirl. Life is good again.</p>
<p>Oh, Oh, Oh, I’m going to do it! #7777. Love it!..graduated from h.s. in 77 too! This is my first CC milestone EVER!!! Strike up the marmot band!!!</p>
<p>Glad things have returned to some semblance of normalcy, astrophysicsmom. Glad all is well.</p>
<p>Hey! Congrats!! Woot!!! (streamers, bells, whistles, noisemakers and lots of happy-dancing going on!!)</p>
<p>The marmots are looking out for those who are sending their dearly beloved off to school or schools. </p>
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<li>Very nice. Congrats astro. </li>
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<p>S started his last year of high school today. That brings its own kind of wist fulness.</p>
<p>Hey, astrophysicsmom, I’m a '77 kid, too!</p>
<p>I just gave my first US History lesson of the school year with juniors, with a beginning activity of explaining as many references as they could in Billy Joel’s “We Didn’t Start the Fire” . . . and it occurred to me that when I was their age, the last quarter of the song hadn’t happened yet.</p>