Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Mind if I Bum a Ciggy? -- posted by Sarah Grace

The past few nights the family has enjoyed watching old home movies, and the little kids have gotten a kick out of seeing me and Will back when we were little tykes.

Today, John was talking to me about some of the videos and said, "So back when y'all were little, Mom wasn't holy?! I thought she was holy before she even met Dad!" I laughed and told him that, no, Mom became holy since having children.

George, who had been listening in, looked up from his math book and asked, "So, you knew Mom when she used to smoke?" I nodded my head. He then gave me a very concerned look, his eyes wide and serious, and asked:

"Did she ever let you have a puff?"

In the Eye of the Beholder -- posted by Sarah Grace

I was at the computer last night and Richard suddenly came up to me and asked, "Is it okay if I think some girls are prettier than you?  Would you be upset?"  I, of course, told him I wouldn't be upset in the least, and assured him that I think many, many girls are prettier than me.  I then asked which girls he was thinking about and he said, "I don't know, I'd have to see them."

So, I went to people.com's celebrity directory and just started clicking on various actresses to see which ones he would deem as prettier than me.  Turns out, there are quite a few that rank higher than me.  In fact, all but two.

Anyway, I then clicked on Drew Barrymore, and as soon as he saw her he said:

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!  I love girls like her.  Bright girls... that glow.  It's like she has sun cheeks." 

That might be the most wonderful description of beauty I have ever heard.  And he's only seven.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Time Flies -- posted by Sarah Grace

We've been having lovely, crisp fall weather lately, and it's even starting to get cold enough to make fires in the mornings. I think I may have said this before, but fall is my favorite season. I love the coziness it brings, and the romance of the leaves changing color and starting to... well, fall.

Anyway, I was out on my walk today, enjoying the glorious autumn air, and the boys were in the front yard playing football. My route goes along the fence in the front yard, so as I'd pass by we'd chat and joke back and forth. Then, John asked me to play football with them. I declined, one reason being I didn't have the proper "play/work" clothes on, and the other being that I'm really too old to be romping around with my brothers, especially since two of them are twice my height and could easily crush me.

John was disappointed I wouldn't play, and as I continued on my walk I suddenly had one of those "whoa" moments. You know how the Bible says that to God a thousand years is like a day, and a day is a thousand years? Well, I feel like the past twelve years have been a day. It seems like only yesterday I was having dirt-clod fights with my brothers at our fort. Only yesterday playing tackle-loco with them every single Saturday. Only yesterday moaning from the pain of having my braces put on. Only yesterday that I was the little tomboy, wearing my jeans rolled up to my knees and playing outside barefoot because I wanted to be Huck Finn. (It's true... I really did want to be him.)

And now, here I am, 20 years old, perfectly capable of starting a family and running my own home. I talk a lot on here about how I'm excited to get married and have children, but today, seeing them play football and not being able to join them, I sort of wanted time to stop. I became very sentimental about the times my brothers and I used to have: going on adventures together, planning underground tunnels, putting on plays, reenacting battles, learning hieroglyphics in school, goofing around during lunchtime playing the "staring game" and laughing so hard our sides hurt.

When people realize I have seven brothers, usually their reaction is, "Oh my gosh, you poor thing." No, I'm not poor. Having seven brothers is one of the richest and most rewarding experiences I will ever have; I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. And, when the wonderful day comes for me to leave and cleave, I'm going to miss them. I'm going to miss them so. very. much.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Overheard -- posted by Mom

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Me, a little frantic: "It's getting later with every minute!"

Bill, with pause, and in perfect deadpan: "That's how it works."

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Older brother to next younger brother who refuses to quit quoting Genie from Aladdin after lo these many years:

"You are living proof that living with Robin Williams would really suck."

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Allen Boy: "What if somebody asks me what grade I'm in? Do I say I'm in Beta because Dad forgot to order Gamma?"

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Allen Boy: "My ankles are killing me!"

Me: "Those are your knees, son."

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Friday, October 2, 2009

A Boy Post -- posted by Richard, George, and John

We decided to do a post together today to tell about what we've been doing.

Mom and Sarah Grace finally came home from Ma's house after 2 1/2 weeks. We felt really good having hugs and kisses.

The next day Mom took us to Ma's and we had some ice cream. Ma has a hickory tree and Mom gave us Walmart bags to pick the nuts out of the yard to make hickory nut pie. We came home and cracked some and ate them. Most people don't cook with hickory nuts because they are hard to crack. We worked hard cracking them with a hammer but if you hit them in just the right spot they will open up without smashing them to smithereens.

After we came home we realized that we have hickory nut trees all over our property! We thought about going into the hickory nut business.

George had a birthday and turned 9 and Mom took us to the grocery store and we got cupcakes with whipped icing. Our mouths turned the color of the cupcakes but they were delicious. We haven't had George's party yet, but we will.

One day this week Mom bought some nice Pepperidge Farm Chessmen butter cookies and Danish Wedding cookies and Pecan Sandies. We were going to have tea time on the deck but it was still too warm outside for hot tea so we had ginger ale and milk and grape juice, except for some older kids had coffee. We also had apple slices with caramel dip while Mom read James Herriot. We used water guns to squirt the stray cats that like to butt in to get our food. They left us alone after a few squirts.

Since that day it has gotten colder and some days we've seen our breath when we go to do our farm chores in the morning.

We've been learning grammar about the parts of speech but the funniest thing is when we learned about mixed metaphors so we've been saying things like:

"It doesn't take a rocket surgeon."
"He's not the sharpest marble in the drawer."
"From now on, I’m watching everything you do with a fine-tuned comb."
"People were dying like hotcakes."
"The fan is gonna hit the roof."
"We have to get all our ducks on the same page."

One day we made butter and it was a great arm exercise. At first it didn't seem like anything was happening except making whipped cream, when all of a sudden, it got clumpy and separated from the liquid. Mom let us eat it on English muffins, and then on Hawaiian rolls and then the next day we had it on toast. We loved it! We thought about going into the butter business. And then we thought about using our butter to make hickory nut brittle! We also thought about hickory nut cereal. Please don't steal our ideas.

Richard is saving pencil shavings because he thinks he could make fire starters or something to sell. We are always thinking of things to sell and one day we might be entrepreneurs.

Richard's birthday is October 8 and John's is November 2 and Spencer's was September 22 and George's was September 28 and Ma's is October 11. It is a big birthday season.