If only we could harness the noise this family generates and turn it into electricity. Wow.
We don’t even move quietly. (Unless someone is sneaking up on me…that would be the only exception) Of course no one is really surprised by this.
We played Pit and Nertz tonight. A few of us have a headache. Some of us were begging others to stop screaming. I was accused of having a voice that could break glass. Humph.
Although if it has to be loud, I think we’ve gotten lucky. It’s a good loud. People are loud and happy (usually) as opposed to loud and mad, fighting or otherwise. When it’s loud, we are hanging out together, playing music, baking, having one of our 8 daily pillow fight/wrestling matches, teasing each other, pranking mom, what have you.
It could be worse. It could be QUIET. Which around here would mean that everyone would have to be gone. No kids. No preciousness.
Despite my love for these loud people, lately I am tired of words. Even written words. Too much noise in my head I guess. So I figured I wouldn’t add words to the internet…but what in Sam Hill am I doing with a blog if I’m not going to use it. Stupidity. (by the way, who is Sam Hill?)
So, I know you’ve all been dying to know what we’ve been up to.
It’s been a weird summer. We’ve eaten a lot of popcorn. I finally took the magical popcorn maker I got for Christmas out of the box and used it. Actually Alyssa did. I don’t do crazy brave things like that. She and I can’t get over the fact that you put half a cup of popcorn kernels into that pot and a few minutes later get at LEAST 8 cups of popcorn. We stand around and scratch our heads over that one.
I don’t know why, but people are already asking me when we are starting school up again.
My new tactic is to just stare at them.
Then wildly yell “GO AWAY…GOOO AWAYYYYY”
If that doesn’t work, I say “oh, we never quit school, we’re on that real intense year round schedule…”
In other news…I will have a teenager this week. If you are shaking your head thinking I am way too young/naive/dumb to be raising a teenager, you’re probably right. (Although she is just delightful, there are not many people I think are amazing…but she is one of them. No, you can’t have her. It’s a lot of work raising a delightful person.)
Some of you know we took a 16 day trip. I’ll just say that 16 day trips are not for the faint of heart. I wasn’t even going to mention it until I looked at the pictures on my phone…it made me giggle. I’ll have to tell you all about it. Later. Just thinking about it makes me want to take a nap.
Good news. I finally bought strawberries to make jam. I got them from a very nice man this year (last year I got them from not a very nice man). But. I will say this…he was very serious. He told me the cheap ones were “not good, only for jam”. “Perfect, I said, I am making jam.” He looked at me suspiciously…and got close to my face and spoke very slowly. “THESE are not good…ONLY for jam.” Like he was envisioning me rushing home to make strawberry shortcake with these “not good” berries. “Okay”, I said, “I will have two cheap boxes.” I have no idea why, but he decided that I should have some extra goodness, so he came over and dumped the worst looking berries I have ever seen on top of my box of “not good berries”. Hmm. He’s trying to make a point, I thought. So then I rushed home and made strawberry shortcake with some of my berries…turns out he was right. They are not good…ONLY for jam.
Sadly, I did not take any pictures yesterday of the jam marathon. So here’s one from last year when Mom and I made jam. Missed you this time Mom!