Today is a perfect Fall-ish day.
I always feel panic when I realize that summer is coming to an end.
But then, just as I begin to despair in earnest, the mornings and evenings turn crisp, the afternoons are nice and warm (hot?), the garden doesn't need to be watered or weeded anymore, the grass grows like crazy, I get to watch the boys play football and I can make beef stew and baked squash...suddenly I can't remember why I was so worried about summer ending!
Dallin grew an inch this summer and gained thirty pounds making both Dallin and Landon 6' 1 1/2". Dallin is 204 lbs and Landon is 205 lbs. How's that for being twins? They have always, always gone through spurts when one was bigger or taller than the other and then they have always evened back out.
Settlers of Catan and they rolled the dice to see who got to go first. Dallin and Landon rolled the exact same number FIVE times in a row.
What are the odds?
Seriously I would like to know...
Landon got to play in his first football game last week. He has recovered from surgery well but has some tendinitis in his knee. Wearing a patellar strap helps a lot. Oddly enough, Dallin's knee hurts in the exact same place. It is swollen and painful which means that he, too, needs an MRI--for the bargain price of $1500. There is a good chance that he will need surgery as well. We have already tried a bunch of physical therapy. Is this a genetic thing? Seriously how 'random' is it that both boys randomly tore the meniscus in the lateral left knee at the same time?!
Both boys are playing offensive line and Landon plays defensive end, strong side and Dallin has been playing linebacker. I think. They all make fun of me when I get the positions wrong. I'll have it down by the time Jackson gets in there.
Austin is playing football at the middle school this year and he loves it. Of course.
Jackson and I are home during the day. I spend a lot of time trying to keep Jack from terrorizing the chickens. He crawls out the dog door and climbs in the chicken coop and picks them up by their tails or wings or whatever else he can grab. Little stinker. Between Jackson's snatching and Beau's habit of herding the little chickens all over the yard, I'm sure we will never get a single egg. But it's fun anyway.
I'll have to post a picture of the cutest chicken coop ever.
As soon as it gets its final coat of paint.
Which might be a while...