And then there were six, sorta.

There are 8 people

in our family.

We all live here

in this house,

but 

now that we have older teenagers

things are different.

The Bigs, as we call them

have stuff goin' on.

Work,

sports,

skateboards,

friends.

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,

runs.

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 

movies

picnics

games

outings...

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,

Simba.

I'm not thrilled about it.

And sometimes we do have a picnic 

or a movie

that all the family 

can munch or view

happily,

together.

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.