Mid-September

Beautiful Ginger is growing up

Another week gone by. More running for Braylen, lots of allergies for Kaleb and Aaron, plenty of job security for Derek, and 5 schedules for me to master. Really, I don't remember the allergy season ever being this bad. Kaleb gets red puffy bags underneath his eyes while his nose runs like a faucet. Aaron sneezes and sneezes...I've started to think of him as my dwarf named Sneezy. I wonder when I give in and test them for allergies? Round after round of allergy shots does not appeal to me, and there's no guarantee they would work anyway. So instead, the Zyrtec flows like water over here. Just like their noses. I keep hoping it will work?

Aaron wants to make a pinewood derby car (he calls it dervy)

Derek's kept his hours pretty normal, but the work he's doing during those hours is anything but routine. Thankfully the weekend is here. I can hope and pray he gets 2 full days of it without any callouts.

With all of Braylen's running at school and running at sports practices, I was beginning to wonder if it's time for deodorant. No more wondering. One more small step towards growing up. :)

Aaron's enjoying a special weekend with Daddy...more of that to come in my next post. Until then, here are his latest funnies. :)

A conversation with Daddy at bedtime...

Aaron: Braylen's supposed to be moved out of the house by now cuz he's 8 or older.

Derek: Umm, do you mean 18?

Aaron: Ah, I'm not good at keeping counting straight...

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A conversation with Mommy and Daddy at bedtime...

Aaron: The evil people believe there's lots of gods, but we know there's only one God to believe in.

Derek: How do you know that Aaron?

Aaron: Dad, I'm 5 years old--I've been learning these things all my life!

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When seeing reflectors reflecting light at the side of the road, Aaron says, "Look! Lighter-uppers!"

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Mommy: Aaron, we need to go to Grandma's house and use her sewing machine.

Aaron: You have a sewing machine Mommy--we don't need to use Grandma's.

Mommy: I don't have a sewing machine.

Aaron: Oh, we just have a sticky machine, right?

Mommy: Umm, do you mean an iron?

Aaron: Yeah! An iron!

Okay, so my son thinks my iron is my sewing machine. Can you tell I only use my iron to put patches on his Cubbie vest? He's never seen what an iron is actually for. Ha!