In the Trees

With the cooler weather, my kids have been working on their tree houses again.  I remembered these photos that I took back in April but never shared here.  There are three scrap wood tree houses now.  I’ll have to take some new ones so you can see the progress they’ve made on their ramshackle village in the trees.

Fifteen Years

We’ve just finished our busiest week of the year (work-wise), and are so relieved!  Now we can clean the house (ha! my first priority!), work on projects, and hopefully relax a little.  In the midst of these past few days, we celebrated both Jonny’s birthday (he turned 28 this year because he doesn’t feel like he can keep getting away with 27) and Seth’s.  They both had their usual desserts: Jonny had chocolate eclair pie (from The Grit) and Seth had coffee cake (the recipe on the back of the bag of Pamela’s GF pancake mix.  So good every time!)  Seth turned 15 and I didn’t have much time to get sentimental about the fact that I’ve been a mother for this long, or to start worrying about the fact that it’s time to take my firstborn to get a learner’s permit.  He doesn’t really allow for sentimentality or singing or other such “nonsense.”  He never has.  I did find myself awake between my two youngest boys at 2 a.m. (who are lately both getting in bed with us every night and doing way too much wiggling and kicking), the time of Seth’s birth, and thinking about where I was then (22 years old!) and where I am now.  I am so grateful for our lives together.  I think we’re doing allright despite the fact that we’re broke, the house is a mess, and we didn’t get much school done this week.  Ha!

Before another year is out I’ll have three teenage boys in the house and I do believe I have finally accepted the realities of that (the noise!  the stinkiness!  the fighting between them! the lay about-ness!)  I guess I am over the hump.  I struggle (mightily) with change, and for some reason the change in dynamic from having all little kids to having a mix of teens and littles has been hard for me.  While my boys are still my boys, they are growing up and experiencing sometimes unpleasant personality um…quirks.  Sometimes I just want to shout, “Who ARE you?!”  But then I recall what it was like to be that age.  I really do.  And I remember that it is my job to meet them where they are and help them in this process of sorting out who they are as individuals.  It’s actually pretty exciting.  Yay!  I’m excited about having teenagers!  This is big.  Maybe it helps that they don’t keep me up all night kicking me in the kidneys and wetting the bed.

It’s October!  I love October.  Now, if we can just get through all this rain.  Weasel doesn’t like getting his paws wet.