We are very boring. I mean...really, REALLY boring. Everyone seems to make all kinds of fun posts because they're doing fun things. We are NOT those people. We are stay at home bums, most of the time.
So a brief update: School is over. Duh. I've had the kids home for a month, and I'm so grateful for a house big enough that people aren't tripping over each other.
Andrew is headed for school this year. He's so tall, he's as tall as my friend's 10 year old. (Who is thoroughly disgusted by this fact. But their family is short and mine are tall...genetics. What can I say?)
Benji asks me everyday if he is going to school with Andrew. When I tell him no, he gets to do preschool with mom and won't that be fun, he throws a tantrum (which consists of stomping and snorting like an annoyed bull). I think I'm very glad there is only a year between them in school after all. Though I can hardly believe that Benji is 4. Way too old.
Meri is missing her friends. One of the pitfalls of living in the "suburbs" of a small town is lack of friends. There are a couple of girls her age nearby, but we have run into the "oh, you're Mormons?" issue. So she waits for school to start again so she can play. I am glad that the youngest 3 play so well together.
Pete is excited for scout camp coming up in mid July. They were supposed to go up on Mount Graham to camp, but the fire danger is so tremendous around here (by the way, we're fine...the fires are far away from us) that they're doing some merit badges the first two days at the stake center and then heading over the border to New Mexico (about an hour away) to camp for 3 days. Not the 5 days of filthy camping you'd expect a 12 year old to love, but close enough. But he is headed to middle school next year, including band (thanks for the xylophone and drum kit, Benton!), so hopefully he'll make some good friends there.
Sarah is officially 15, and every inch a 15 year old. She auditioned for the performance choirs this year and made it into the "Xela" type choir, all girls. She was very disappointed not to make it into the mixed girls/boys choir, but she has two more years to audition. I'm sure she'll enjoy every minute of it. She's really missed the Salt Lake Children's Choir, not just for her friends, but for the singing. Mr. Woodward was a weird old music geek, but he knew what he was doing.
Kendall works. And works. And sacrifices 2 hours a day making the drive up to Morenci so we can have a house big enough for all this insanity. And then some days he comes home and goes out visiting for his calling as High Priest Group Leader. He's a good man, my husband.
We occasionally go out on dates and get to talk without interruption. Very. Occasionally.
And I'm Mom. So there you go. It'll probably be another 2 months before I update again, just because nothing really changes around here. :)
