The results are in: weekends are the best. For instance yesterday was spent at the mall in the morning shopping for new summer clothes. Saturday afternoon involved a pizza party and grocery shopping. Last night's entertainment was a movie with the kiddos.
Sunday was spent holding down the sofa with the husband and preventing it's untimely floating away. The kids did the same for our bed. There was lots of television, movies, internet surfing, a short trip to the grocery store for a quick dinner and ultimately more television. I haven't seen this much TV or movies ever.
I love it.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ducklings
My son, he's 10 years old. He loves football, golf, video games, math class, annoying his sisters and making me laugh. He came into the living room tonight singing "Soul Man". Like the Blues Brothers. I'm contemplating purchasing him a suit, hat and sunglasses. He sings, he dances, he tells jokes. He's the inventor of the "Chopsticks Dance". You would have to see it to truly appreciate it but it involves the song Chopsticks and a sideways kick/dance. I laugh as I sit here and type. He's destined to be the President of the United States or an Oscar-winner. I keep thinking he needs a talent agent and his own 30-minute sitcom. Or a one-man show. He would totally kill, I know it.
My oldest girl is 13. She loves her friends, her family, her cell phone, her Facebook account, boys, clothes and coffee ice cream. She's definitely a teenager. She has the same weird and twisted sense of humor I have and I love spending time with her; she's so much fun. She's struggled with life and the tribulations of growing older and I learned this past week that she's not doing as bad as I thought. She's recently found a voice. Now all I have to do is encourage a positive use for it. I think she'll survive the teenage years if she continues on this path - although heaven knows I may not.
The youngest is 7 years old now. I saw a baby picture of her round belly a couple weeks ago and got nostalgic. She's a skinny-mini now with a tiny butt. She loves to wear her hair short, has a collection of lip glosses that would rival Jay Leno's car collection, owns a staggering amount of red or pink shaded clothes, insists on repeating everything her brother says, does or sings (even if he's just making it up), and she insisted on beginning her trip into this world before the doctor was in the room and forced the doctor to lunge to catch her. She's my constant companion. She never stops talking and she's always within arms reach because she thinks you're where the action is unless you actually need her then you can't find her. Several years ago she told her aunt she doesn't like to pray because she doesn't like to talk to strangers! She's over that now, but I still think of that from time to time. It helps me feel life she hasn't grown up so much.
The oldest is 17; 18 in December. He'll graduate high school in 2011 and I just aged a few years typing that. He lives with his mom in Texas, but he's always on our minds and hearts here with us each day. Even when he's not here he's part of us. He is also the funny one. Last summer one of our other son's football practices was rained out and he thought he would help him by showing him some tips in the living room. It turned into him wearing parts of the football gear and running around making us laugh for two hours. My side still hurts when I think about it. Thank goodness for rainy nights! Every year his thoughts of what he wants to go to college for changes. But we're just grateful he wants to go to college.
Add our two dogs into the mix and we have a lively household! Never a dull moment here and quite frankly I wouldn't have it any other way.
My oldest girl is 13. She loves her friends, her family, her cell phone, her Facebook account, boys, clothes and coffee ice cream. She's definitely a teenager. She has the same weird and twisted sense of humor I have and I love spending time with her; she's so much fun. She's struggled with life and the tribulations of growing older and I learned this past week that she's not doing as bad as I thought. She's recently found a voice. Now all I have to do is encourage a positive use for it. I think she'll survive the teenage years if she continues on this path - although heaven knows I may not.
The youngest is 7 years old now. I saw a baby picture of her round belly a couple weeks ago and got nostalgic. She's a skinny-mini now with a tiny butt. She loves to wear her hair short, has a collection of lip glosses that would rival Jay Leno's car collection, owns a staggering amount of red or pink shaded clothes, insists on repeating everything her brother says, does or sings (even if he's just making it up), and she insisted on beginning her trip into this world before the doctor was in the room and forced the doctor to lunge to catch her. She's my constant companion. She never stops talking and she's always within arms reach because she thinks you're where the action is unless you actually need her then you can't find her. Several years ago she told her aunt she doesn't like to pray because she doesn't like to talk to strangers! She's over that now, but I still think of that from time to time. It helps me feel life she hasn't grown up so much.
The oldest is 17; 18 in December. He'll graduate high school in 2011 and I just aged a few years typing that. He lives with his mom in Texas, but he's always on our minds and hearts here with us each day. Even when he's not here he's part of us. He is also the funny one. Last summer one of our other son's football practices was rained out and he thought he would help him by showing him some tips in the living room. It turned into him wearing parts of the football gear and running around making us laugh for two hours. My side still hurts when I think about it. Thank goodness for rainy nights! Every year his thoughts of what he wants to go to college for changes. But we're just grateful he wants to go to college.
Add our two dogs into the mix and we have a lively household! Never a dull moment here and quite frankly I wouldn't have it any other way.
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