Hello, my esteemed reader. This is the third night in a row that I have been unable to sleep. I lie here with my eyes glued to the ceiling and nothing approaching restfulness approaching me. So I write to you out of boredom. Instead of wiling away the hours listening to the wife rhythmically snore, I am choosing to get onto the intertubes and heave yet more trash into the never ending flow of the blog-o-sphere. Be forewarned, I have nothing, yet again, of any significance to say. By now I'm sure all of you are used to that. Perhaps I could do a run down of the current state of affairs with my wee ones.
Going with the whole age progression thing, I'll start with Madeleine. She is well. Made a cake the other day; chocolate, two layer, chocolate frosting with some chocolate chips added for good measure. Little cow face decoration on top. No particular pagan holiday being celebrated, just a wholesome bovine mugshot done in white sprinkles across the face of her creation. Made it last night after I "went to bed", I caught a glimpse of it this morning prior to leaving for work. All gone by the time I got back. She is almost to the point where I don't even have to know it happened. Cake happens, with or without you.
My oldest son Mitchell, is obsessed with his latest super mario brothers game. It is called the ultimate mayhem edition. Sounds pretty classy. He plays the living crap out of that game. We are definitely getting our moneys worth of violence with this one, good value. I make him and Joe roll our trash bins to the curb every week. This winter Mitch would repeatedly end up having to drag his can the whole three hundred feet to the curb due to the snow not allowing for rolling. Joe, being much more of a pipsqueak wouldn't be able to budge his so Mitch would get to do it twice, the whole time with Joe running his mouth and hopping up and down alongside him like a coked up monkey. That's just what big brothers are for, isn't it?
Lilly has entered her sullen years as a tweener. She attempts to always look down at the floor with a pouty scowl because she apparently thinks that is what she, as an artiste, needs to do. It's kind of funny though because you can always tease a smile out of her, which will last for two seconds, and then back to the teen angst look. She rearranges all of the furniture in her room at least once a week. Obsessively. And I never hear her do it. She does it secretly, when no one's around.
Joe is the pickiest eater of the bunch. Joe is the motormouth. Joe is opinionated. Joe is always looking to make a buck. Joe needs three teeth pulled out of his head and then to have his mouth wired up with braces. Joe wears the same clothes everyday, sleeps in them too. He will pull this for as long as you let him, weeks even. Joe is the animal lover in the family, he actually notices that we have an indoor and an outdoor cat. He will actually pet them, take time to go outside in winter just for the purpose of giving our clothes pissing furball a scratch tween the ears. He willingly puts food in their dishes without being told to (that's Lilly's chore and she could care less if the dish is empty and the cat is ticked off and bellering about it).
Jemimah has taken to barking nonstop from sundown till sunrise.
Eli is also a very verbal child. He will no longer eat cheeseburgers from McDonalds or BurgerKing. Finally is starting to use the toilet, didn't know if that would ever catch on. Fascinated by anything that takes batteries. It can be the most useless piece of toy crap in the house, never played with by anyone, and if he realizes that it has a battery compartment, he will insist that you replace what's in there, regardless of cost. Cami has a routine in the car that she goes through to ensure everyones presence prior to takeoff. She starts counting and the children take turns responding with "here" in birth order. Eli always acts real put out when it's his turn; arms folded, pissy face, just says "hmph" in his high pitched baby voice. He likes to play the dysfunctional child.
As a unit in public, these children are quiet and will walk in a line behind you like ducks if you tell them to. Obedient. Worst thing that they'll do in a restaurant is get food on their faces. You can take em anywheres and they wash up easy. I wouldn't trade them for the world.