Posterity, this is for your sake.
In May I wrote entry 4 and resolved to write the next "baby book" post with kid-focused details sometime in the month of August 2011.
It is December.
Ah well, you know what they always say, "late is better."
They do say that, right?
So, off we go... Detailing the lives of these children so someday they will know something about what they were like as kids. We all know there is no chance I'll be coherent or recalling history by the time they reach adulthood. These posts are meant to save us from our feeble and failing minds.
As always, I offer one disclaimer ... pretty much grandparents and aunts may be the only people that will want to read this.
In May I wrote about the tribe "in no particular order". Fully understanding sibling rivalry, the intensity and consequences of said rivalry; this time I will write them in the OPPOSITE order of the no particular order I chose last time.
Britt & Chris -
Why am I calling them babies? (Rhetorical)
The two babygrownups just completed semester number one of graduate school. They both love their chosen paths and respective masters programs and are plugging along in their usual impressive fashion. We have some high hopes of trapping Britt in Haiti for five weeks next summer. She'll be working on a project for her masters in Public Health. Along with those high hopes we hope for Chris to come visit her for multiple days and nights during her practicum. Chris and Britt run and bike and read extremely thick books and write very long papers. After that they take care of an adorable home and three mildly annoying dogs. After that they work full and part time jobs. Then, in their spare time they have begun cooking all sorts of amazing and complicated dishes. We're excited to directly benefit from their culinary skills when we are with them for a week after Christmas. Sleep must be optional for them. That's the only sense we can make of it. We're eagerly anticipating their arrival to Hispaniola.
Noah (7.75) -
The boy that refused to read - has left the building. (The parents breathe a sigh of relief.) Since I last wrote Noah not only learned to read, he also learned to memorize and give speeches. He's always been walking a fine line between "I hate myself and I cannot do this!" vs. "no autographs please" & "Do you think people wonder how I got to be so awesome?" It can be terribly off-putting or terribly funny. How exactly does a person vacillate between such extremes? No idea. But he does it at an advanced level. Thankfully his most obnoxiously over-confident moments happen within the four walls where people usually tend to have more grace for him. He loves to talk and tell very detailed stories about the movie or cartoon he just watched. When Noah asks to talk, sometimes I overhear Troy say, "As long as you're not going to describe that episode of Scooby Doo for me, yes." Physically he is like a spaghetti noodle. He keeps getting taller and thinner. Earlier this year he was without front teeth. Now he sports a mouth full of teeth that look like money in the bank for the orthodontist.
Hope (10 in just a few days)-
Phoebe (5) -
Lydia (4) -
Paige (17 - or, as she'd tell you, "I'll be 18 in a little over 11 months")
How is Troy handling this? Think Robert DeNiro as Jack Byrnes.
Jack Byrnes:I mean, can you ever really trust another human being, Greg?
Greg Focker: Sure, I think so.
Jack Byrnes: No. The answer is you cannot.
Every person in a family plays into the family dynamic. Paige brings so many things that cannot be easily replaced. If you stop by one day in 2013 after she leaves for college, you may find an entire family curled up in balls on the tile floor rocking themselves back and forth.
Against all odds, our designated family ambassador and lead diplomat continues to make us look good.
This concludes installment 5.