I have honest to goodness, seriously been getting a ton of stuff done! I mean, like, super duper getting things done!
Graduating children, of the male variety in our house of course.
Growing kittens to their maximum size – can we say giant kitties?!
Working on the house – which includes several new skills!
The garden of course – ’tis the season.
Teaching the last child to drive – (“But did you die” should never be the theme of a drive.)
I’ve gotten so much done, that I finally have things to post! Good things! Things you’ll actually want to see – ’cause they’re pretty awesome if I do say so myself.
We’re at a pause, we can’t move forward with some of the bigger changes until the water softener is put it. So… we wait. Until then, I have time to set aside my hammer, nails, glue and bandages to finally sit down and type.
I’ll start with the simplest tonight. The graduating third-born.
At his graduation party at church, they asked for a small bio of each kid – this is a slightly edited version of his –
“Harrison, middle name is after all three of his grandfathers. The third son of four. Our “Pooh-bear”. And known as his dad’s “mini-me”. He started his life the way he continued it – relaxed. Nearly three weeks late, he decided the night before induction that maybe he should in fact, make an exit and came out on his own. But what he lacked in promptness, he made up for in expedience. Something that continues to this day.
At 10 lbs even, he made a big entrance into our family. Over the next few years, his quiet and relaxed disposition, chubby smile, demand for exactness and the love of ALL foods made him stick out from his brothers. Often times making sure even his older brothers stuck to the rules, but also protecting what was his by any means possible – heaven help the brother that moved his toys from their carefully aligned position!
After discovering him hiding his toys, and food, in his diaper so no one else could touch them, he was given a rolling backpack that he was known for for years by anyone who knew him. Carrying it every where he went with all of the life possessions that any a small boy could ever need. Most notably – his snack and the Honey Baked Ham catalog he learned to read with. To this day he still protects his most prized possessions and favorite books, but on shelves thank goodness.
If you were to ask his four year old self to help out with chores you’d be greeted with a “sleeping Harrison” with his head tilted back and a fake snore – “Honk-shoo, Honk-shoo”. Today, he still has an uncanny knack to “not hear you” if necessary, but he’s also one of the first out the door to get his chores done.
As he got older and started to read something other than his catalogs, his love of learning leaped ahead of his brothers and he started school two years earlier than the rest. The only one to never argue about or skip an assignment, or send one back undone, he was a breath of fresh air to teach. He will gladly share his love of history, geography, languages and politics with anyone near. And will try just about any food offered for the sake of the experience.
While his insistence to be right can sometimes make you want to bang your head against the wall, his dimpled smile and soft hugs make all things right again.
He grew up in church, and going to church camps. But made his commitment the summer of 2015 getting baptized. Jumping into the lake with 100’s of people watching, with all his clothes still on – he was ready! Then he learned he could share his faith, and meet new people from around the world, and that’s when his faith really took off. His passion to spread the word has been ignited!
He’s a military brat from birth and has enjoyed, or not enjoyed, several places in the US. With each move, he quietly discovered the world around him.
As we watch him make his next move, this time on his own, we can only imagine what he’ll discover. Whether he decides on law, pastorship, military, teaching History, all of the above or something he hasn’t even thought of yet – what ever he chooses, his relaxed disposition, thirst for knowledge and ability to casually lead those around him will take him to places he could never imagine and we can only dream of.”
He’ll be with us for a few more months – rent is high in our house. But we’ll enjoy him while he’s still hanging out with us.
And while my dentist man and I chant “Three down, one to go!” I am also very well aware at how much I’m going to miss each and every one of them. “The days are long, but the years are short” is all to true. But we don’t discover that until it’s too late. But with that said…
…three down, one to go!