I am not going to discuss my extended leave from the blog, I am just going to admit that my voice was stolen, and that I miss it desperately and I'm just going to start talking... No one say anything to scare me away. I'm easily startled.
Where are we for 2014? Let's see. The kids are almost 13 and almost 11, how did that happen? I tell them to knock it off on the daily but they don't listen to that or anything else I say. Z has eclipsed me in height and damn it if Skyler isn't right behind him. I've got her by 4" but I swear she grows every night so I feel confident in making the prediction that she will be taller than I am by the end of the year. Anyone want to place bets on which month that will happen in? I'm thinking maybe September. She's 60.5" and I'm 65".
Zack is finding 7th grade to be less horrible than 6th grade. If only kids went to school to learn and participate in enjoyable activities and not to be asinine little shits, maybe ALL the kids would enjoy learning. Hey maybe the SOLs should have a whole section called "Don't Be An Asshole" and they all have to pass that section before they graduate. Not a bad idea, someone make that happen! Middle school is hell I tell you, hell. I have to praise my now-taller-than-me son and say that he has great grades and is well liked and likes his teachers. He's got some serious nerd cred loving things like gaming and chess and Sherlock Holmes type shows. I've still got him in nerd points though. Last night I was helping him review the science chapter on evolution, of course Darwin was mentioned and I quickly offered my copy of the Origin of Species for him to take in to class and he did the I'm-a-teenager-and-my-parents-are-embarrassing slow blink and said "No Mom, just, No."
Skyler is still taking the world by storm. This child has got some sort of midas touch of life going on; everything she touches turns to gold. You'd think there'd be a whole lot fewer tears with a life like that but you wouldn't be talking of my little drama queen. You'd just better watch out if you think you can be another 11 year old girl in the area and just get on Instagram all willy nilly out of her control. She doesn't want so-and-so to be on Instagram. Yeah I don't get it either but there were tears. We had a big adjustment this year moving to travel soccer and a new coach, new teammates, new level of intensity. We had to check the barometer of feelings every morning to determine if we loved soccer or not that day. After some adjustments we found ourselves in the fall with more soccer than we knew what to do with, seven days a week and she wanted more. She's only twitching a little bit from moving to twice weekly in the winter. Yes she kicks soccer balls in the house and yes there are rebounders in the front yard. We all have to stay sane somehow. We're currently applying to middle school charter programs and I'm sure that will be high on the drama meter as each member of her grade gets acceptance/rejection letters. Everything with girls is harder. It's a good thing that we love this kid so hard; we love watching her mold life into doing whatever the heck she wants.
Matt is as busy as always. We don't like giving him any free time. :) The biggest news is that the soccer team that he coaches is being given a huge opportunity that our league has never given before. To say he should be proud of himself and his abilities is a gross understatement. His girls had a goal differential of 55 goals last season, a few of those games they stopped counting at 15 goals. He's got parents begging to let their daughter on his already full team. All this means more soccer more of the time, he and Skyler couldn't be happier.
Me? I'm still managing the Book of Molnar (our schedule), working, reading, knitting. I find myself boring to talk about (typical Mom). I'm still ornery and like naps. What else is there?