Me: "Who has the best seat in the house, me or daddy?"

Adam: "Well, Daddy's is nice, but yours is best. Your's is squishier."

Friday, April 15, 2016

And then there were six, sorta.

There are 8 people
in our family.

We all live here
in this house,
now that we have older teenagers
things are different.

The Bigs, as we call them
have stuff goin' on.

It's kinda weird.

The biggest Big
is gone to work from the crack of O'dark Thirty, 
till dinner-ish, 
and then vanishes till the froglets 
are in bed.
(I can't blame him.  It gets really loud around here after... 
before... well, pretty much all the time)

The other Big,
the long, skinny one,
And runs.
And runs.

Then he eats a lot of dinner,
and vanishes to the man cave for the evening.

So when it comes to 

it's usually just the 6 of us.
Candyland, Narnia, park days,
not great when you are 16.

We 6 do sit and cheer in the stands at the track meets,
so I suppose you could say that's 7 out of 8.

I guess when I really think about it,
I left for college when I was still 17.
It's the circle of life,

I'm not thrilled about it.
And sometimes we do have a picnic 
or a movie
that all the family 
can munch or view

It's just the way things are
when you have bigs
and littles 
and middles,
all under one roof.


That's okay.
They hate being in pictures.
And I take a lot of pictures.