Shannon has a boyfriend. Marshall is his name. He's fun and competitive and has a great sense of humor, and the first time they hung out together at his house (with his parents), he taught her how to shoot a gun.Hmmm.
This is a different sort of romance!
Shannon is 15; she is not yet allowed to date. But they're hanging out together (even as I type, they are playing Guitar Hero...) and so far, so good.
I have to say that I am VERY thankful for the two boys that my eldest daughters have chosen to spend time with. They set great examples for Daniel and David, and they're lots of fun to have around.
David doesn't have a girlfriend (he's a little young!), but he got his hands on a nice guitar and struck a pose.Looks pretty good, eh?
Other than this, Sarah is busy working a few nights a week at the local coffee joint. Both older girls are driving...I spend a lot of time in the passenger seat of the car, coaching and coaxing. Occasionally shrieking. I generally don't have a problem with cursing, but my anxiety level gets high in the car. However, since I seem to be in a constant state of prayer, what slips out of my mouth most readily is one word:
"Jesus!!!!"
I am NOT taking God's name in vain; I am calling for help.
Sarah should have her license in March; Shannon, a few months later. I anticipate a whole new world of anxiety opening up for me at that point.
Daniel has been bitten by the female bug and seems to be obsessed with convincing a particular classmate to be his girlfriend. I trust that this, too, shall pass. In the meantime, I keep reminding him to take a shower, wear deodorant and do his homework. He's at that age. At this moment, he's sprawled on the floor, reciting his math homework aloud. In a British accent.
Go figure.
All three girls and I are training for the 10K run this year. If you've been around this blog for awhile, you'll recall that I ran SIX POINT TWO MILES last year and felt like the champion of the world. I was, in fact, the champion of my OWN little world. It was awesome, and it's particularly exciting to see that the girls were inspired and that they want to participate this year. We're running, cross-training, etc. The boys will run, too - but they'll do the mile kids' run. It'll be a family affair!
So. My house is constantly full of varying sorts of energy. We get through each day, collapse, and get up and do it again. And that is as it should be.
4 comments:
Indeed, just as it should be. :c) Run girls run!
Your house has more energy that I've ever experienced. My hat's off to you, oh Mother of teens!
So, do your boys have girls calling them?
When our daughter was in 4th grade, she told us that other girls called boys all the time. I was stunned. She didn't (and wouldn't have been allowed to) but it boggled my mind that pre-teen girls were calling boys.
Sounds like you have a lively house, and full hands!
It's fun watching your kids grow through the window of your blog. One day we will meet them each one. I think that time is coming sooner than later. Megan wants Pat and I to come to VB to watch the kids or a week while she flys west. Hoping to make a stop on our way. More to come.....
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