Well, not Eliza. But the bigger kids. And I'm pretty sure that Benedict Cumberpatch has embodied the character so completely that there's no hope for anyone else on the planet.
2. The kids grab my phone and take pictures of me all the time.
And I delete them all the time. Because the lighting is all wrong and the lens is all smeared and my eyes are half closed and my face is all blurry and etc, etc, etc. But maybe the kids'll want some terrible quality pictures of their mother in the height of her mothering season someday, so maybe I'll start keeping them around.
3. Carson's name should have been The Most Caring and Compassionate Brother Ever.
I have so many pictures of these two. They've adored each other since Eliza was born, and I keep wondering if at some point Eliza will start looking more like a pesky little sister to Carson... but it certainly hasn't happened yet.
4. Singing Teenagers are Cool
These guys got all dressed up to audition for Zions Youth. And they spent hours practicing. The weirdest thing about the entire situation was not being sure whether to have Carson audition as a tenor or a bass. What is happening?!
They both made it and had such a fantastic experience.
5. I'm really not sure why I stress so much about having the perfect couches.
Because do you know what teenagers don't care about? Couches.
6. When homeschool officially ends I will *miss* mornings like this:
And this:
7. This date night is inspiring me to hang swinging lights alllllllllllll across my yard.
So, Brian might not ever want to take me on a date again.
8. I think I should pile into a van full of women way more often.
That's a genuine smile up there. If you've known my struggle with friendships over the last several years that will mean something to you, too.
We all went up to Cara's cabin in the mountains for a couple of days to watch Time Out for Women (which was available for streaming because of the pandemic). Filling both spiritually and emotionally.
9. Remember that portion of life when we didn't have a dog?
That was weird.
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