I have butterflies in my stomach thinking about next week. My dear sister Megan is getting married next Saturday and I took a whopping 3 days off of work. I already have this weekend off as well as Monday so that means I will only have to be at work a total of 2 days next week. I know, I don't get out much and little things like this make me excitable.
Most of the family will be in town and it takes someone getting married for them to all come home at once. We're running out of weddings in the family; only three left after Megan ties the knot. Maybe Chet and I will have to have a vow renewal one of these years.
And it's almost August. August. A-U-G-U-S-T. Summer is almost over. SOB. No, I'm not short of breath or a son of a biscuit. Just sobbing. Like crying. Because in 40 days, Avery will start school. And that means we're old. Our youth is slipping away, like sand between our fingers. To have a child start school is the epitome of oldness. (Calm down old folks, I'm half kidding.)
And you know who else is old is Milo. He's zipping around the living room, starting at one end and making his way to the under end only to get himself stuck backwards underneath the Lazy Boy. He can't crawl and he can't go forward, but somehow he slithers around backwards and in circles to get places. He's currently ripping apart the Cabela's fall catalog. Or cagg-a-luge like Avery calls it. And I'm not stopping him either because there's nothing in there that Daddy needs.
And another random tidbit of information: I was supergluing back together a brand new necklace that somehow one of my adorable and well-behaved children managed to rip apart yesterday and I put the superglue back into the random household supplies box, which also contained a smoke detector. (Don't ask.) About a half hour later, the smoke detector went off. There was no smoke. So I logged onto the internets and found out after I typed in super glue and smoke detector into the Google that the fumes can actually set off a smoke alarm.
So put that into your long wooden inhalation device and take a puff.
Most of the family will be in town and it takes someone getting married for them to all come home at once. We're running out of weddings in the family; only three left after Megan ties the knot. Maybe Chet and I will have to have a vow renewal one of these years.
And it's almost August. August. A-U-G-U-S-T. Summer is almost over. SOB. No, I'm not short of breath or a son of a biscuit. Just sobbing. Like crying. Because in 40 days, Avery will start school. And that means we're old. Our youth is slipping away, like sand between our fingers. To have a child start school is the epitome of oldness. (Calm down old folks, I'm half kidding.)
And you know who else is old is Milo. He's zipping around the living room, starting at one end and making his way to the under end only to get himself stuck backwards underneath the Lazy Boy. He can't crawl and he can't go forward, but somehow he slithers around backwards and in circles to get places. He's currently ripping apart the Cabela's fall catalog. Or cagg-a-luge like Avery calls it. And I'm not stopping him either because there's nothing in there that Daddy needs.
And another random tidbit of information: I was supergluing back together a brand new necklace that somehow one of my adorable and well-behaved children managed to rip apart yesterday and I put the superglue back into the random household supplies box, which also contained a smoke detector. (Don't ask.) About a half hour later, the smoke detector went off. There was no smoke. So I logged onto the internets and found out after I typed in super glue and smoke detector into the Google that the fumes can actually set off a smoke alarm.
So put that into your long wooden inhalation device and take a puff.
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