Cupid at ten.

Do you remember when you just started to discover the opposite sex? Did you get giggly? Kick people? Run from the room screaming? Practice your dance moves? Try out new (lower) voices? In our house, it's all of that. And more. And I assume it's going to get worse -- a lot worse -- before it gets better.

It seems that every boy in Paul's class has discovered girls at the same time. And every girl in Paul's class is completely uninterested. Trust me, I think this is a very good thing. But it is funny to watch the boys trying to play cool and acting so goofy. I was at the school at lunchtime a few weeks ago and asked one of the girls why they sit at a separate table from the boys. The answer: "Well, look at them." And you know what? The girls were totally right. The boys were doing every goofy thing in the 10-year old boy's arsenal of goofy things.

I guess what I'm trying to say is be yourself and enjoy a Happy Valentine's Day with the people who truly love you for being you. And don't hurry to be more mature. Especially you, Paul. Stay a young boy for as long as possible.

(Also, yay for Arcade Fire!)

I'm totally becoming my mother.

I really want those glasses. And the dress, which she made.

I said yes to my high school reunion.

What have I done?

I've managed to avoid the others (pregnancy-related bedrest, opera jobs, general disinterest) but I'm going next month. True story. If my parents and sister weren't in Colorado I probably wouldn't really consider it, but we haven't been back for a few years so it seems like a good time. Honestly, I've become much better friends with some former classmates through FaceBook than I was when we were in school. And I learned that my assessment of my high school experience seems to have been at odds with other people's assessment of me in high school. Here I always thought I was a total awkward pathetic weirdo. I may have been a little mistaken. OR I was right all along and this will be horrible. Maybe I should start a pool...

Okay, I'm kind of looking forward to this. And if John Cusak (circa Gross Pointe Blank) could show up, that would really seal the deal. Really.

Maybe I'll skip parts of the weekend (just like I skipped most of chemistry -- I figure the statute of limitations has passed and I'm safe in that confession) and hang out at the Market drinking espresso and trying to be cool. Or maybe at City Park. Or the IHOP in Cherry Creek. I still wear pointy shoes, maybe I can dig up a black tutu. Gee, this is already getting weird...

(Also, that's me in high school. I know.)