I mean, all those rules! Seven of something? In one blog post, seriously, Jen – I’m supposed to conform? One expectation after another. Well, actually, just one expectation.
Very Big Idea, here. I have seven kids. They can be my Seven Quick Takes. Oldest daughter just turned twenty SEVEN yesterday. Youngest daughter is SEVEN. Clearly a sign from God.
From the top down. An update.
Quick Take the First: Alice, depressed person is blossoming nicely into a less depressed person. She smiles and wears makeup and sounds happy. She just recently landed the role of Juliet in a local theatre company, delightedness all around. She is lovely and has purple ish hair.
Quick Take the Second: Scout is twenty two now. She works at a baby store. Where they sell…babies? Not sure, but she says it’s a baby store. So. This particular night she is particularly happy because her boy, Biff, got back from Europe where he has been for a long long long time. Week after endless week has dragged on and now she can talk to him every day in person and tickle him, too.
Quick Take the Third: Polly, who helped me start this blog is twenty and is living in the big city. She drives a car and has an apartment and a job (yay for jobs). When she comes to visit at home, I wonder how she, so petite and cute and isn’t she still six years old…comes to visit with a handsome young man that treats her like gold.
Quick Take the Fourth: The Professor is my first boy. He drives things now that he’s sixteen. Like cars and people crazy. He goes off to college in the Fall. I’m processing that. I’ll get back to you.
Quick Take the Fifth: The Chicken Whisperer, he’s fourteen now. He’s still kind and sweet and good. He shot a squirrel with his bow and arrow yesterday, and has vacillated between shame and remorse ever since. He’s not the killing animal type, even if it is for a good cause.
Quick Take the Sixth: Huckleberry is still a goof. The Goof. He is his mother’s son, all over the place, except he eats more. He’s eats, laughs, talks in a silly accent, is an ongoing anecdote. Teases me and then goes and makes things out of leather for six hours. He’s making shoes right now to be stealth in the forest.
Quick Take the Seventh: Baby Rosebud, despite her many trials, has turned a phenomenal corner. She talks to strangers. She goes to other people’s houses. The PANDAS in her brain appears to have been swept into the furthest corners, only surfacing in little dust bunnies now and again at times of extreme stress. Praise God.