First of all, a big shout out to my sister-friend, Grace for getting me started with this blogging madness. Check out Grace's blog to see what inspired me. She's a righteous woman, indeed.
I've spent too much work time getting this blog set up, so for now this will be a short entry. I must fulfill a promise to Grace, however by mentioning the "Yogurt Incident" with my 13 year old son last night. Here goes:
Grace and I were lamenting about how our 13 year old children could be so, well, 13! Last night as the rest of the family was trying to go about its business (homework, cleaning, TV, scratching the dogs, reading etc.), my 13 year old son, Payton decided that the word de jour was "yogurt." This meant that at any given moment Payton would blurt out the word de jour in the most irritating way possible. He somehow managed to twist the word into something that sounded like "Youuuguuuuurt." The purpose of this word play was lost on all of this and as Darren (my 11 year old son) began shouting "Shut UP!" at Payton, I started to loose it. My husband and I call it unnecessary noise, the kids seem to think it's funny. Lord help us. Why do 13 year old boys do the things they do? Having never been a 13 year old boy myself, I may never know.
Ciao for now...