The other night HD walked in.
HD: Mom. I AM STARVING. When is dinner?
Me: About a half hour.
HD: Gosh! Geez! I am too hungry. I need to eat now.
Me: You can wait a half hour.
HD: Mom. You need to do a better job of feeding me. Have you seen me without my shirt on? You can see all my bones.
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I foolishly decided to look in LD’s backpack. And in it, I found the remains of many lunches I had lovingly packed for him.
Dude is incredibly lazy.
If I hand him a banana, he will look at it and walk away. If I hand him a peeled banana, he will eat it and love it.
Same with cutie oranges.
So in every lunch bag was an unpeeled cutie. Yet moments later, he ate a cutie because I had peeled it.
Me: Dude. What is the deal? If I give you a Lunchables pizza, you seem to be able to assemble it.
LD: I can assemble food. I cannot deassemble food.
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I am currently babysitting teens. You may ask, Taylor!? Why must teens be babysat?
Well, Reader. There is not one, but TWO gentlemen callers here at this moment. One gentleman for each of my dashing daughters. So I must keep a watchful eye. To ward off any Tom Foolery.
Right before the gentelmen callers arrived, I was blasting music and singing. And I was told immediately by Hadley that my singing nonsense had to stop post haste.
A bit ago, David and the boys came in for lunch. LD was limping.
Me: What is wrong?
LD: Everything. And it is HD’s fault.
And then he got distracted with food and kittens and we all got together for online church. We often watch church online lately, as it works out well for us these days.
The puppies surely enjoy it.
After church, David and the boys were about to head outside.
David to me: Welp. Gotta head back out. HD burned my propane torch and LD totally flipped the four wheeler. Like ran it up the fence and it flipped over. We’ve got problems.
ME: !
Me to LD: Dude! Is this why you were limping?
Reader. I do not know if I will survive being David’s wife and raising these boys.
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The girls and HD went on a travel trip for basketball. I was able to watch the games via the live stream. Kate was unable to play due to a mild concussion she had received a few days prior, but Hadley was playing.
I couldn’t see who it was, but someone from their school’s fans kept shouting out things like:
“Go, Hadley!”
“You got this, Hadley!”
“Nice Job, Hadley!”
And I could hear it over the interwebs. It was kind of this mystery person. Makes my heart smile.
The three kids who are going to the private school are doing well with their switch. I think they are much happier socially, although I am not much happier financially. YIKES. The environment is a good fit for them, though, and I am thankful we can do it.
Our two kids were in private school. I don’t know how we ever were able to afford it but somehow it happened!! Your kids are growing up so much!! And those girls are gorgeous!!
Three??!! I thought only the boys were in private school, guess someone else needed it too.. It’s true, that we parents often manage to pay for something that will really benefit our children in the long run, even if we are still paying for it years later. Yes. Years. Later.
My mom would buy apples, but we kids wouldn’t eat them because we didn’t like the peeling. So when we were all watching tv in the evenings, she would get several apples and sit down with us and peel apples and cut them up and pass them out. We would then eat the apples. Such a nice memory.
Yes! We put Hadley in around the end of October-huge game changer for her. She is doing so well! Love the apple story!