Eighth kid? Rad. He was high-needs, so the weekend was exhausting. Still fun. He's really funny, with a prankster sense of humor. Sometimes it went too far, so we had to steer him back. Best ways to keep him occupied? A Rubik's Cube and a Guitar.
Ninth kid? Rad. His bringing-up had been less-than-ideal, so he learned how to advocate for himself. Learned to ask for what he needed, and persist. I really admire this, because it took me a long time to learn to do it. He's sweet and smart, but doesn't like to read. He likes R-rated movies (which aren't allowed at our house) so on the first day, he determined that he was going to be bored all weekend. I told him that was his choice. But last night, wouldn't you know, he told me that he hadn't been bored nearly as much as he thought he would be. (!!!) And even fully participated in picking the movie we watched in the evening.
Next week we are holding a garage sale to thin our possessions a little bit. Like, we don't need seventy dessert plates anymore. Or four tents. Or shirts in the wrong size.
There's also a heap of tomatoes that are starting to ripen in the garden. Next week may involve putting up some sauce.
Well, my mind is focused on breakfast now, and I can't think of anything else to talk about. Maybe I am boring?
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