I know I haven’t been entirely consistent with this blogging thing because life these days has me up to my eyeballs but I’ve grown to be very fond of this space here so I think I’ll try to stick around for a little bit.
To make up for my very poor effort in terms of consistency, I shall bring you an assortment of delightful things on this fine day.
I gravitate towards humour and I’m very pleased that the big kids share my appreciation for different kinds of humour. *Perhaps here is where I should mention that I try my best to teach them important life lessons and make every moment a teachable moment so that they become excellent specimens of the human species but full disclosure, I usually only manage to keep that up for like a minute or so; it’s exhausting. I much prefer spending my time telling them about the things that made me laugh that day and they seem to enjoy it.
Last week, they came home looking very excited and proceeded to tell me a couple of yo momma jokes that really made my day.
Kirsten: Yo momma so fat, when she gets on the elevator, it ONLY GOES DOWN!!
Tru; Mom, how about this one? Yo momma so fat, I took a photo of her at Christmas and it’s still printing.
I told them right there that I’ve got the best kids in the world.
All that rain lately has put the kids in a mood for fort-building. They’ve always enjoyed building forts but there’s nothing like a massive thunderstorm and four other siblings to really get you feeling like you need to drag out all your blankets and hide underneath them together.
I discovered that I’m also a huge fan of this activity because at one point, I couldn’t find them anywhere in the house and all 5 of them were snuggled up in their fort whispering secret stories.
I was all “Okay that looks amazing, carry on! No, GET BACK INTO YOUR FORT, you guys should stay there for at least 3 more stories, maybe 20.”
It turned out to be a very lovely afternoon for everyone involved.
What did I ever do to deserve these girls??
Sometimes I ask myself the same question about the boys too, like when they’re climbing all over the seats + random elderly ladies on the bus (there are always elderly ladies on buses at 10 in the morning and I have apologised to many of them), although clearly these are very different questions.
Sigh, I adore my 3 boys but I’ll never understand why they do the things they do. I suspect they don’t understand it either.
Girls though. Girls, I get. We enjoy our little bonding sessions and quality time and snuggly moments and I’ll forever be grateful to have these two girls in my life.