It seems like I wait all year for school to end and things to slow down and then summer turns out to be even crazier than “normal.” This year is no exception - between family trips (camping for the 4th of July) and Scott’s 3rd corneal transplant I don’t know whether I’m coming or going most days.

The boys are growing like weeds. I see the time rapidly approaching in the not-too-distant-future where they’ll be taller than me. Well, where Breydon and Jude will be taller than me - Roegen may be frozen as the shortest person in his age/grade for life.

Scott’s surgery was last week and went very well. After it was over he could already see the “big E” on the eye chart - a huge improvement from how things were before.

When things slow down a bit, I’ll be back to blogging more. In the meantime - no news is good news.

In the past year Roegen has been coming out of his shell. After an entire year where people at church weren’t sure if he could talk or not, he will talk anyone’s ear off. In fact, he called Scott’s mom the other day and part of their two hour conversation went like this:

Roegen: Blah blah blah Scooby Doo blah blah blah I want a big bicycle blah blah blah Pablo is naughty blah blah blah
Grandma: That’s great
Roegen: I need to go poop so I have to put the phone down but don’t hang up because I’m not done talking.
Grandma: Don’t forget to wash your hands.

He then set the telephone down for TEN MINUTES to take care of business before continuing where he left off.

She must really love him.

For almost a year now Jude has been telling us that he wants to be a meteorologist when he grows up. I thought the goal was unusual for a kid, but Jude is also the kid who informed Scott that saying he was naughty was an “ad hominen attack” before he turned three.

Right now we’re under a storm warning - we’ve pulled the dogs into the house and are watching the black sky outside. There is a tornado advisory in affect and areas where the storm is hitting are experiencing hail the size of baseballs.

Jude is antsy. He keeps watching the black clouds from our dining room window and talking about how scary the weather is. I pointed out that as a meteorologist one thing he’ll be doing is watching storms like this.

The response?

“I don’t like storms. I don’t want to be a meteorologist. I want to dig up dinosaur bones.”

I guess he has been meaning paleontologist.

Roegen: I’m always right and always smart and everyone should listen to me, okay?
Scott: You want to take over the world, don’t you?
Roegen: Who said that?
Scott: I did.
Roegen: Yes, yes I do.