Unexplored Territory

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Well guess what?

The Chandelier Monkey is back in our bedroom with her Nana. Nana is supposed to be writing a reasearch paper on the Monkey, so the Monkey is lending a hand by showing her how to print off useful information about the printer. I am sure that Nana is loving the Maniac right now.

In two minutes, the Door Man will be running around the church sanctuary with the rest of his class, hunting for plastic Easter eggs. Do I feel guilty that this is his last hunt and I won't be there to witness it? Some, but not enough to throw the Monkey in the car to run over there to watch. I was at EVERY one of Queen Bee's events at this school. For the Door Man, not so many. But isn't that expected treatment for a middle child? I think so. I think there is some scientific evidence that backs this up. If you are the middle child, you will have to suffer through many heartaches, including the fact that your mother is too lazy to go watch you run around, looking for those little eggs.

I won't miss his graduation, and I will be going into his class on Friday to read a book to them. I will let the Man pick it out on his own.

Well, Nana has emerged with the Monkey, who bumped her head. Nana automatically ran to the freezer ... typical. She is like worst case scenario.

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I'm a mom of three peeps ... Queen Bee, The Door Man, and the Chandelier Monkey, and wife to Ace, the Helpful Hardware Man. I created this space to get away from the people known as my inlaws, and because life with three kids and a hubby is all Unexplored Territory.

The nine-year-old who seems to be growing older every minute, has an opinion and a comment for everything, and has a true servant's heart.

The seven-year-old who loves the organization of things, will someday be someone's therapist because of his kind soul, and will more than likely be living with us until he is 40 years old.

The five-year-old with the 13-year-old attitude, who has a dictator's personality, asks you to watch her all the time and say "hold on" to keep your attention, and will someday come home on the back of some dude's motorcycle with 10 tatts and a body piercing or two.

The man of the house, the fixer of things, the winner of prizes, and the only person in his family to escape the South.