I can’t tell you how many times I have sat down to write. The number of legitimately urgent interruptions and requests I receive anytime I sit down, anywhere, is nothing short of impressive. Like right now, as Roscoe is standing at my feet telling me he needs a scwoo-dwiva. Last time I was unhelpful in their tool requests, a piece of stucco was hammered off our house, so I’ve learned not to take anything related to metal, poo, or red Popsicles lightly.
And in that spirit, summer just keeps going.
I’m thrilled my boys aren’t in school yet, to be honest! I love having them home, as completely chaotic as it is. (I’ve graduated from Coke to Red Bull, so things are running more smoothly, and I can type very quickly with caffeinated fingers before getting into Little Boy Disaster Relief mode.)
Other recent events:
Roscoe escaped the dinner table the other night, and I was happy to turn a blind eye to him loudly tiptoeing out and covered mouth giggling out the back door. Him playing in the yard while Brian and I actually talk? Sure. He reappeared with what I thought was a little rock, until he dropped it in the house with complaints of it biting him. It was a cockroach. I should have had other thoughts, but all I’ve been wondering about is cockroaches mouths. They bite? They have mouths, right? I guess? Do they have teeth? Tempers? I won’t Google the anatomy, but cuuuurious.
We also got a new bug man.
In a sweet relief of more feminine news, Shayne’s ears were pierced a few weeks ago! I can’t even handle this little doll. She’s just an angel, and I felt guilty last minute, just holding her with clammy hands while the ladies at the piercing place reassured me it was fine…after I’d called my cousin Chantel to have her reassure me it was fine. I found out later that Shayne had an ear infection the whole time! How’s that for mom guilt? This sweet thing is so mellow, I didn’t even know. She sure looks cute, though! (My mom pierced hers at the same time!)
Costco got a new menu item. I haven’t tried it yet, but feel like that should make the “updates” cut.
My sister Alexa went to college. OH EM GEE. She was four when I moved out for school, so she and my son, Gus, are the same spacing. It sure makes me feel old! I am SO excited for her new adventures. I met my very best friends my freshman year, and hope she has the same experience.
We’ve had a few friends move this summer. It’s hard letting families with kids our kids’ ages that we just love leave us! I haven’t figured out how to stop that, but I’ve enjoyed several fun girls’ dinners before they left. How fortunate are we to have social media to keep us close?
Brian and I celebrated our 9th anniversary. He is really, really awesome about making the day special. We spent almost the whole day together…a very rare occasion considering most of our week is spent like a shift change. An update on kids and high five in passing as one of us leaves for work. We ALMOST went to a new place for our anniversary dinner, but about ten minutes before, decided on our tried and true favorite restaurant.
Brian has had sore ribs all week, initially from some pole dancing (not anniversary related, just FYI) (which now makes me feel pressure to explain it’s from a friend’s birthday), and most recently from being cannon balled on by Gus while he was demonstrating back floating to Roscoe. I’m sorry for smiling while I type that…maybe it’s because I’m currently being wrongly accused for hiding the TV remote. (Or, “ma-rote,” as we say around here.)