Anyhow, I thought it would be a good idea to see what everyone's been up to over the last few months. We've sure been busy! Ryan's been doing this:
Brad has been a busy, busy boy. First, he did this:
But wait, there's more! Because Brad also did this:
Noah, fortunately, has been less destructive than his older brother. He's been doing this:
Noah and his friend Daniel entered this original dance in the Reflections contest at their school. They won first place. The prize was a trophy and $10, plus the entry moved on to the next level for judging.
They won the next level (council level, maybe?) and moved on to the whole school district level, which they lost. But they thought it was great that they won and they are planning on doing it again next year. Although next year, Daniel's mom can stay up for hours the night before the entries are due, trying to burn a dvd and fill out half a dozen forms.
Last year, Zack was the child who provided the most comic relief (and also the most agonizing phone calls from the principal/teachers/concerned neighbors.) This year, he's been pretty chill, and for that I'm grateful. This is what he's been up to:
And there's Darcey. Darcey, Darcey, Darcey. The little girl, sent from Heaven to fulfill all my raising-a-daughter fantasies. The child who loves dresses and twirling and letting me put sponge curlers in her hair on Saturday nights so she could look like Shirley Temple at church on Sunday. The girl who was thisclose to having hair long enough to put in a bun for ballet class. This is what my little girl was doing in her room, while watching Netflix on the ipad.
You want to see a before picture?
This is what I found when I went upstairs:
Those are children's safety scissors. If they don't stop a child from cutting all her hair off, what on earth do they stop her from cutting? Her skin? I think if she had cut her hand, she'd have put the scissors down before the hair damage was too bad. That's what I get for helicopter-parenting. From now on, the kids cut with hedge clippers and a Sawz-All.
I took the girl to Great Clips and ended up with this:
Look at that poor, sad girl, regretting horribly the mistake she made...Yeah right. To this day, when I tell the story of Darcey's haircut, she always says, "I thought you were going to like it. I thought it would make you happy." I don't even know what to do with that maternal guilt.
As for me, well, isn't it enough that I've survived all of that? I'm taking a Mormon Lit class this semester and doing a research internship with the same professor. I finally bought a wheat grinder for the 300 pounds of wheat in my basement. I got a new bookshelf for my office and it's already 7/8's full. I went to Maryland to visit my mom and help my grandmother pack her house. And basically I've just enjoyed my life. Things are good, I'm happy, my moods have been completely stable for six or seven months now, the kids are giving me plenty of interesting Facebook statuses. Can I really ask for more than that? I submit that I cannot. And that's great.