So, my sister has told me for years that I need to start a blog. Do I really want to do this? Do I have enough to type about our life to keep people updated and interested? Do people really care what is happening in our lives? We have family and friends all over the country, so I'll give it a shot.
Why the title of "Sanity is Relative"? Because our house is anything but sane as defined by http://www.dictionary.com/: Having or showing reason, sound judgement, or good sense.
Let me explain... My husband (Todd) works full time, graveyard shift, as a nurse at a local hospital. In addition to this, he is going back to college to further his nursing education. He throws in helping in the first grade classroom, any and all field trips he can attend, and being active with the Boy Scouts. Oh yeah, and he also finds time for me and us.
I work full time outside the home and still try to maintain a degree of organization and order in the house. I'm really boring, so there's not much more to say about me.
Our oldest child, Christopher Todd (a.k.a. Pher) just turned 18. He's a junior in high school. We had him start kindergarten at 6 rather than 5 so he would be the oldest rather than the youngest in his class. The level of maturity he has versus his classmates has proven to be both a pro and a con. He has a way of looking at the world differently than most people. He's had this tendency since pre-school. We have often told him that he should be a defense attorney because he researches his causes and finds loopholes in an attempt to get around the system. Let's just say that portions of the Carroll High School Student Handbook are in the process of being re-written because of him. Let's also say that this has caused some friction in our home. He plays the guitar beautifully. He plays electric, acoustic, and bass. He plays his own style by mixing classic rock, jazz, and blues genres. I love listening to him play.
Cameron Adam is our younger son. He makes me laugh daily. He is soon to be 14 (May 20). He is also a guitar player and plays well. He is currently developing his own style instead of copying other musicians. I would enjoy listening to him play, but he won't plug into his amplifier very often. Cameron enjoys playing paintball with his friends (Throw a group of boys in a field and allow them to shoot paint at each other. What fun!). He is also active in Boy Scouts. This summer he will be at camp for a week earning merit badges and he is also going white water rafting with the troop. He recently earned the rank of Star Scout. This means only Life and Eagle to go. He has aspirations to complete his Eagle Scout. He does very well in school with little effort. The "little effort" is frustrating for us. Why not study and get an A+ rather than settle for just an A? We need to pick our battles. Having an A student isn't such a bad problem to have. Cameron is easygoing and flexible. His sense of humor is natural and the root of his personality. He still hugs and kisses his mom without reservation or hesitation. With all of this in mind, he is probably the one we should be watching closely.
And finally we have Emma Carole. We had no idea we were having a girl. Even though we had ultrasounds with all three kids, we decided to wait until delivery to learn their gender. I was certain we were having boy number three, and I was good with that. I know boys. I understand boys. I relate to boys. However, much to my chagrin, a third son was not in God's plan. Our daughter was born September 20, 2001. My sister, Cathy, immediately said that we HAD TO name her Emma Carole. Explanation: Todd's mom (Carole) passed away July 24, 2001. To honor her we wanted to name our daughter after her. Cathy did the research to find a name that went well with Carole. Emma means "universal." Carole means, "song of joy." So the name Emma Carole means "universal song of joy," and this is exactly what the world needed after the 9/11 trajedy. Done deal. Emma is now 7 and is indeed a joy. Not only did I get a girl, but I got a girly-girl. She loves to dress up, do hair, wear make-up, dance, do gymnastics in the family room, and plays with dolls. She has a tendency to change her clothes twice a day on school days, and she has been known to change 4 or 5 times on the weekend. Boy does Daddy get mad. I let her change. Whatever. It's just clothes.
Throw in a cat that no one in the family likes, and a big dog that thinks he's a lap dog, and you have our family.
So, we have a kid in high school, another in middle school, and the baby in elementary school; two parents that work outside the home; and one parent going to college. We do the best we can to manage the craziness and events that seem to spontaneously pop into our daily lives. So, what would probably be perceived as insanity to most, is our sanity... And I wouldn't want it any different! This blog will chronicle our craziness, and if I continue to maintain it, years down the road I can read these posts and miss the insanity of it all!
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