Jon and I spent all day Saturday working at our desks. Jon settled in at the desk in "Grandpa's room" (although my dad has now been gone for over a week), and enjoyed peace and quiet while doing homework and business work. I was the less fortunate one in the kitchen eating area where my much nicer roll top desk rests, but where children and all their noise also resides. I should have put in my ipod. What was I thinking. I was busy working as fast as I possibly could on pro-life stuff, writing articles, etc. The down side of all this was that no one was taking out the garbage, doing the dishes, cleaning the bathrooms and folding laundry.
When the sun began to set, Jon put his work away and started cutting hair attached to our 4 little boys. They had serious homeschool hair going on. Yikes! I decided that I should also call it quits and start working on the vast quantity of dishes stacked up in the sink from breakfast and lunch.
When our tasks were done, Jon decided it was a night for Golden Corral. So off we headed even though it was after 8pm. Everyone else in Kennesaw was also eating late as the place was packed! The kids, who now eat like total and complete hogs, went through an astonishing amount of food followed by several icecream cones each. After Gabriel and Oliver had filled their little tummies, they curled up in their chairs and went to sleep. Jon and I realized that we had forgotten to put them down for naps! We had to shake them awake for icecream, since I knew I didn't want to hear them fuss about it on the drive back home. We pulled into the driveway after 9, and the kids couldn't climb into bed fast enough.
Vivian is really talking. She says "It hurts my hair" when I'm brushing her hair, or asks "Where keys? In purse?" and mimics everything the rest of us say. It is SO cute. We have to give her lots of squeezes. She is the most adorable on Sundays, because she wears this krinoline slip that is all ruffly and poofy under her dresses. With her little prissy white sweater, her saddle oxford shoes, and her hair in pigtails, she looks to be fresh off Leave It To Beaver or some other similar show. We end up leaving her in her Sunday clothes for the day because she's so nice to look at. :-)
I went to go visit my friend in the hospital today. She gave birth to her ninth child yesterday. This is my friend who trained me in the art of sidewalk counseling in front of abortuaries. I sat down to talk with her and in walks her doctor, Dr. Tate. Well, it just so happens that Dr. Tate did not deliver any of my babies (much to his annoyance) but he circumcised all my boys. Chiefly because he is a good Jewish doctor, and that is just the sort of man I want dealing with that part of the anatomy of my children. Anyway, my girlfriend and her husband were a commercial of praise for Dr. Tate. He's only delivered their last child so the other 8 were with various physicians and midwives around Atlanta. We all settled into a very interesting and widely varied conversation for nearly 3 hours. Upon parting ways I did promise Dr. Tate that should I have any more children, he can have the honor of delivering. He was pleased about that.
Vivian is sitting in my lap as I'm typing this. She frequently insists upon sitting here when I'm working away at something. She chatters, sips her drink, and holds her blankey. Her favorite thing is to walk around the downstairs and eat at the same time. This does not coincide with my favorite things so she doesn't get to do it very often.
