I thought surely I'd remember, in years to come, which winter it was when Amy first went to EBI and when Matt moved to Corvallis and when Emily went to SMBI and when Ben went to Toronto. But I'm afraid when I remember these years it'll be like those fast-forwarded YouTube videos of train stations with blurred people randomly rushing in and out.
I think Matt moved out when he was 21, which is six years ago. This past winter, we were down to three children at home, the least since before Ben was born.
Now, we're back to five.
And they are almost all grownups, which makes for a whole different dynamic than when they're all adolescents, fighting over the last cookie and the front seat.
It still makes for an awful lot of dishes, though.
It also makes for conversation. Discussions, opinions, and witty repartee. I think I have the most clever and interesting offspring in the universe. If this sentiment nauseates you, which wouldn't surprise me, you can go read the Nasdaq reports now instead of this post.
If you're still with us, a few quotes:
Emily: Wait. Hershey's a Mennonite name?
Ben: Yeah! The Hershey chocolate guy's mom was a Mennonite. And I think the Kraft guy was a Mennonite too.
Emily: Wow! And Smuckers! So all the big food companies are Mennonite?!?
Ben: Well, I doubt the people that started ramen noodles were Mennonite.
My children didn't think that was very funny, but I thought it was hilarious. I posted it on Facebook and 77 people liked it, so I felt vindicated.
Emily: Did you know Steven and Jenny left Aunt Rosie's one time after choir and went north instead of south on the freeway and didn't figure it out for TEN MINUTES??
Steven: She's a bad guide.
Jenny: HEY! YOU listened to me!
Emily: Actually, miskeen is Arabic.
Ben: It is??
Me: I learned it from Aunt Rebecca.
Just f.y.i.: "Vish" means a big batch, like I'm going to make a vish of cookies or he got in a vish of trouble.
Miskeen means poor, pathetic, pitiful. Like the miskeen little man in the checkout line counting out his change, or the miskeen high school team getting crushed by the Scio Loggers.
Amy: I do enjoy having a mother who uses words like "repartee."
Jenny: Yes. Unless they're people with Southern accents and a gun.
Ben: So we could change stations.