Oh How I've Missed You

I've missed Photo Story Fridays. I really have. I've missed telling part of the story of my family, illustrated in the unique way only my kids seem to be able to inspire.

So in thinking about what I could jump back in with, I was going through a lot of ideas. I've done a lot of PSF's about Jock. Quite frankly, he's easy to write about. Never a non-memorable moment with that teenager. I've probably got at least half a dozen different things I could embellish on right at this moment. (For instance, did you know that getting a girlfriend, one that you keep for over a month and invite to spend a Saturday evening at your house hanging out and watching movies with your family, is apparently a wonderfully huge incentive to clean your room? And I mean CLEAN, as in move furniture, throw away ALL trash, vacuum and take dishes with strange science project type things growing on them to the kitchen type of clean? If you don't yet have a teenager, I'd suggest you remember this tidbit and pull it out at some point in the future.)

Bug is always good for a laugh, or one of those smiles that make you feel like you're both laughing and crying at the same time. (He's been borrowing Jock's portable CD player to take to school the last few days, as he's "reading" a book on CD -side note? Excellent part of his 504 Plan! He still follows along with the CD in the book, and doesn't get bored because the story is being acted out as they read.- and his own disc player is somehow missing the battery casing back. He discovered Jock's disc player was NOT in his backpack tonight, and called me in tears. Turns out Jock had actually gotten in the backpack and taken it out himself, but Bug was scared to ask him, because if Jock HADN'T been the one to take it.... well, Bug would have just alerted his brother to the part where the CD player was missing, now, wouldn't he?)


I even get the occasional good story out of something Coach has done. (You know he's out of work, right? Well, I came home tonight to an awesomely sparkly kitchen. He even pulled out the stove and cleaned under and around it. The thought of what he saw terrifies me. On the other hand, apparently inviting the teenager's girlfriend over for an evening, in addition to inspiring a clean room for the teenager ALSO inspires dads to get in touch with their inner MollyMaid.)



Just look at these three. Can you blame me for constantly using them to illustrate my life? It's fitting, since they ARE my life.


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