I've found a whole-foods friendly treat that makes my mouth hop-up-and-down happy: fried or grilled pineapple! Don't need any oil, just slap some fresh pineapple slices in a hot non-stick pan and wait until the edges are brown and toasty and caramelized. Don't burn your tongue but you will want to because it's horrible having to wait until they cool off enough to eat safely.
Georgie and I were talking about one of his little friends who lives nearby. They have a multi-racial family (white parents with kids in various shades of black and brown) and are some of the nicest people you'd ever meet. I mentioned that the kids were all adopted, and Georgie turned to me with dinner-plate eyes. "What?? How can you tell??"
Freddie and Georgie have taken to wrestling. Or maybe it's ninja mixed with parkour. And a little bit of hip hop dancing with vocal sound effects. It often ends in one or the other getting hurt, and sometimes both. I have been trying to teach them to be more aware of when it stops being play and starts getting hurtful. The other day, they were doing karate-type moves in my room, kicking their legs out at each other in all odd angles. Georgie suddenly stopped and demanded, "Fred! Are we having fun?" Without missing a single awkward kick, Freddie responded, "Um... probably."
David got a construction job for the summer. He literally digs ditches. And other spots where big machinery is too bulky. He is getting tan (very appealing farmer's tan) and strong. And he makes double minimum wage! For a seventeen-year-old, that is better than fast food any day. We'll see how he likes it when the weather gets blazing hot.
Eddie has been working for $25 a day at a local cub scout camp. It's not an awful lot of money, but a fifteen-year old has a hard time finding a regular job, so it's a good thing. He is in charge of "aeronautics" so they fold and fly paper airplanes. I think we have about seven hundred and thirty paper airplanes in various states of abandoned around out house right now. Many of them are in a cardboard box in the kitchen that we call the airport. We trip over it daily.
We got the end-of-the-year report cards, and all the children did very well. The only less-than-super grade was one of Angel's. It was in the "can find the main point" section. Er... that's true. To her, ALL the details are important, and she has to tell me about EVERY little bit of things. Sometimes it takes her longer to tell me about a happening than it took to actually transpire. She is the sweetest little chatterbox you ever did see, though. That she can even talk is one of my biggest blessings after her fall and brain injury. I am grateful for her.
With Alec married, and Ben and Chris both away at college, I feel like our home is nearly empty. Someone asked me the other day, "How many kids do you have at home now?" I mournfully responded, "Only five." Only five! How ridiculous that must sound to most people! But there is a little spot in my heart where each of my children go, and I love seeing them and hearing what they have been up to. "Only five" does come with a smaller food bill, though...
Hope your summer is going well and delightful!