Talent

Can't tell who's more talented... Quinn playing the piano or Colby's mad dancing skills in the background.

The Things They Say

These boys have always made me laugh.  When they were little, they weren't necessarily trying to be funny... they just WERE.  Now that they're "tweens", they may be purposefully going for the joke, but I have to admit:  they're still funny. 

Tonight, on the way home from the band concert, the boys were complaining about their little sister, as they tend to do.

Mom: "You guys be nice to Reagan."
Quinn: "I think she tries to be annoying on purpose.  It's her purpose in life to bug us."
Mom: "You need to say kind things to her.  And please, stop bickering!"
Colby: "You and dad don't say kind things to each other."
Mom: "YES WE DO!"
Colby: "No you don't.  It's always 'you drive the kids!'  'No, YOU drive the kids!'  And then don't we feel loved when that happens."

hahahahahaha.

OK.  There may be the occasional (ahem) discussion about who gets to be the designated taxi driver to all these various activities the kids are involved in.  But that doesn't count as being unkind I don't think.  Does it???

Unpleasant Dinner Conversation Part Deux

The boys have a friend spending the night.  Tonight at dinner, this is what we got.

Spencer (to Rob and I):"I heard you guys met online?"
Dad and Mom: "SERIOUSLY?!?!  How do you know that?"
Q&C: "We told him."  [insert glaring looks from parents to boys here]
Spencer: "The sketchiness level in this household is just way high."
Mom: "You know boys that both your grandma and grandpas met on blind dates? And Aunt Kathy met Uncle Jack by writing him letters when he was in Vietnam?  That's basically the same thing."
Quinn: "Except yours is sketchier."
Spencer: "I heard it was even before there was Skype."  There's no denying it.  We're older than Skype.
Dad: "How did YOUR parents meet, Spencer?"
Spencer: "At Cal Poly, in college."
Mom and Dad: "OHHHHH.  The conventional way."
Spencer: "Yeah.  My family is really boring.  We're the least sketchy family you will ever meet.  Nothing like yours."
Dad: "Maybe we need to change the subject."
Spencer: "Yes.  Let's talk politics.  Donald Trump is horrible."
Quinn (jumping out of his seat and grabbing Spencer by the arm): "OKAAAAAAYYYYYYY.  And now, let's go downstairs!!  New subject!  New subject!"
Rob: "Stirring the pot eh?  You'll sleep outside in the treehouse tonight, Spencer." 

Teenagerhood

Quinn and Colby both have colds, with hoarse voices.  At dinner, the lower register really amused Quinn.  

Quinn: "Mom.  Don't bother me.  I'm pubescing right now."

hahahahahahaha. 

Pipe Organ Lessons Begin

Our church has offered to pay for pipe organ lessons for two young men, in an effort to preserve the dying art form.  They began today!

Quinn's Rock Collection

A trip to the mineral museum inspired Quinn to organize his extensive rock collection.  He did a great job!  Now we need to find another place for all his books.... hmmmm.....

Things the Big Boy Says

Sometimes it's the Daddy who says justtherightthing.  Silver tongue devil that he is.  As most of the readers of this blog know, I have been battling one illness after the other for the past ten weeks.  Surgery, complications, multiple infections, severe hypothyroidism, cancer, radiation.  It's been... rough... to say the least.  And you know what?  It shows.  EVERYWHERE.  I'm not looking my best these days. I have gained 15 pounds, my face is swollen and haggard, there are huge bags under my eyes, my skin is pasty white.  It's not good, and I am fully aware of that fact. 

 My husband just poked his head into the room and said "you know, after your PET scan and you're off isolation, I think we need to go out for a date, just the two of us and celebrate".  YES!  Of course!  That sounds awesome!
"But you're going to need to primp," he says.  Primp?  What does he mean by that??? 

"Rob, are you saying that I need to curl my hair and wear make up?"  I ask innocently.
"Yes.  That would be nice," he says.
"Do you realize that I did shower AND curl my hair today, and I am currently wearing make up right this second?" I say.

"WHAT?!?!?!?  YOU ARE?!?!?!" He asks in alarm. 

"This is it, my friend.  This is the painted pig.  Being sick has taken it's toll."

"Good Lord," says he, as he shuts my door and walks away, shaking his head.

That makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over.  Good thing I know how to laugh.  But yes.  I have aged ALOT over these past ten weeks, and am not looking my best at the moment.  Not that I was a beauty queen to begin with, but.... yes.  Taken it's toll.  Hopefully this look is reversible!

I'm thinking a trip to the beauty parlor is also in order.