I've not written in quite some time and the comments from friends and family (okay, like two of you) have been growing more concerned. Thus, a blog full of life updates. Of which we may have one or two....
And now I have these large creatures and I don't know what happened, much less WHEN this happened.
They are old enough now to drive themselves around, which is handy.
Every Halloween we go to a friend's house where they have downhill power wheel races. Best. Thing. Ever. All of these power wheels are old and don't work. The gears are stripped out of them so the only thing that powers them is gravity and a strong push from someone at the top of a steep hill that contains large rocks. The kids don't run the full course, but participants roughly 10 years and over race down a hill more than 100 yards long and occasionally run into each other, do somersaults, run off course and into trees, etc. My belly hurts terribly every year from laughing and this year was no exception. It is good, clean fun. No video games, no whining, no bitching and moaning. Just some good smack talk and the occasional bruise or scrape. It warms my heart. (And if you happen to have any old power wheels that you would like to donate to the cause, let me know. They typically don't last more than a season or two for obvious reasons.)
Kenyon LOVES school, which came as quite the shock to me. He has the most wonderful teacher ever, so I didn't anticipate a problem there, I just never imagined he would take this newfound job so seriously. He enjoys the constant challenge that each day brings - like reading. I cannot believe he can honest to goodness READ. He is verrrrry serious when he gets off the bus each day and comes to my desk to lay out his paperwork. He explains to me exactly what each worksheet entailed, some of the challenges and what was 'totally easy, Mom'. I love that he loves to learn and hope it continues throughout his life. My dad beat education into our heads. 'People can take most anything away from you, but they can never take away your education.' Words to live by, folks.
John is.... just John. The kid cracks me up. He has blossomed in his newfound role as 'top dog' now that Kenyon is gone all day to school. He lives to make folks laugh and enjoys attending the school of hard knocks most every day with his dad.
Kathryn is a pretty little girl, with her long, blonde flowing locks. Her biggest downfall is that she has a fairly good idea that she's pretty. I'm alright with this as long as she never plays the dumb, pretty girl card as she gets older. I'll not stand for that. She enjoys talking incessantly, wrestling with 'my boys', seeing 'my Justin' and being treated like a big boy. While she does wear a pretty dress most Sundays to church, the rest of the time she's a filthy little animal that runs feral just like her brothers.
Wesley is doing well. He works too many hours and has too many projects going all at the same time but he doesn't complain as he knew what he was getting into when he was born. We both talk about how things are tough now but hopefully if we keep our heads down and keep working one day we can sit on the porch in rocking chairs and relax. Then we laugh, heartily. If we didn't enjoy it we wouldn't do it, right?
And then there's me. Pregnant, again. But if we didn't enjoy kids we wouldn't keep having them, right? I'm due in the spring, which is perfect as that's typically one of our slowest times of the year. *Insert eye roll here* I've never had babies born this far apart, so I'm at a bit of a loss on what to do when you only have one in diapers. Sometimes I kid myself into thinking I'll have all sorts of free time on my hands, and then I remember that the oldest are now able to be enrolled in t-ball, swimming lessons, school activities and all the other fun things and then I realize we'll be just as busy as ever while toting this little one around.
It is always an adventure around here, that's for sure.
I love you all.
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