And they're OFF!

Ever since the boys were big enough to be involved in activities, I have wanted to slap the holy crap out of the person who coined the phrase the "lazy days of summer". Our summers have been packed full, possibly even fuller than the school years. It never really seemed like we had a true break from the busy-ness of the rest of the year.

And then came the summer of 2007.

We actually have had a lazy summer overall. Lane worked a lot during the first half. But that meant working 5-6 hours a day. That left the rest of his day free. And even that didn't affect me much as he can drive himself to work. Levi went to 4-H camp. Again, just another mini-break for me. Even our vacation was somewhat lazy as we didn't really do a whole lot. I've even been very lazy about blogging as I'm sure my one, lone reader will have noticed.

And then school started ...

Thursday - school, open house at the middle school
Friday - school, youth symphony rehearsals
Saturday - youth symphony rehearsals all day
Sunday - an actual day of rest *sigh*
Monday - two orthodontist appointments for Lane in Wichita requiring us to stay there all day
Tuesday - school, orthodontist appointment for Levi
Today - school, guests for dinner which has sent me into a cleaning frenzy (because, to be honest, I've also been pretty lazy about cleaning this summer)

Whew! Ever hear of easing into things? Instead we kind of got SLAMMED into our new schedule. I guess you'd call this the immersion technique. I'm sure we'll get used to it, well, because we're going to HAVE to get used to it.

In the meantime, I think I'll take a little nap.

Funny Fourteen

Levi turns fourteen today. I'll dub him Funny Fourteen. As in it's funny how quickly these fourteen years have gone by. As in, he can be really funny (when he wants to) with that quirky sense of humor of his. As in, funny ... I don't remember him getting taller than me. As in, what's that funny smell coming from his shoes? As in he's really funny about some things - like the tendency to wear long-sleeved shirts, often layered UNDER a t-shirt, even when it's 100-degrees outside.

He's funny, but he's mine and I wouldn't trade him for anything.