After an extended break

I'm posting again. I can't believe it's been almost a year. I guess I've either been too busy or felt I had nothing to say.

It has been a busy year; Aaron graduated from high school. He was going to go to college in AZ, then changed his mind and wanted to enter the Coast Guard, changed his mind again about going to school, and now we're back at going into the Coast Guard. We'll see what happens.

My oldest daughter, Mary-Hannah, will be entering high school and has spent the summer babysitting, raking in the money. Emma is going into middle school and poor 'ole Luke will be all alone at the elementary school. They've been hanging around the house with me, playing with their little brother Brian and the neighbor kids. We've had some really hot weather, some surprisingly cool weather, and a lot of thunder storms.

We're still trying to get the house situated. David has built us one bookcase, which he is painting at present. I started painting the dining room yesterday (where the bookcase is going to be) and that makes me want to paint EVERYTHING. Mind you, I'm not really into painting; I don't mind the actual act of painting, but hate the prep work, cleaning it up, etc. Everything just looks so much better when it's all done.

There was a reason that I wanted to post today, Brian cut his finger. It was no big deal, actually pretty small, but it bled. It doesn't matter how severe his injuries are, if there is blood it is a cause for hysteria. You know immediately that there is blood involved by the pitch of his voice when he screams "Mom! I need you!!!!" He's screaming like he's being murdered, holding tightly to the injured area, and won't budge from the spot he's occupying - he can't, there's blood! I have to coax him into the bathroom, try to get him to let go of whatever part of his body is bleeding so that I can see how bad it is, clean it up, and then apply the absolutely necessary bandage. His recovery is instantaneous. He goes from screaming at the top of his lungs, snot and tears running down his face, to "Okay, it's better, Mommy fixed it" and he's off, wiping away the tears, to whatever he was doing before the tragedy occured. It's just like it never happened. Wouldn't it be nice if all of the world's problems could be solved with a Band Aid and a kiss from Mommy?