You know what? This whole going away to college thing is way overrated. I think I’m going to start pushing community college on Stefan– would it be immoral to sabotage his ACT and SAT scores? And let’s not even talk about going out of state.
You know I’m joking (and good luck to anyone trying to hold Stefan down), but we miss you. Every night your place is set at the dinner table until Gabe furrows his brow, protrudes his bottom lip and shuffles back to the shelf with your clean plate. At family prayer, I do the mental count– one, two, three, four, five… oh, Ben’s not here.
And that’s why we call you so often at bedtime, with each child jockeying for a turn at the handset eager to tell you of their field trip, the soccer game at recess, the zip line Xander created from the upstairs hallway to the family room (only for Playmobil guys).
You can hear, but you can’t see the shirts vs. skins ballgame in the hallway (Mary and I stay out of that) and Stefan counting off his one hundred and thirty pull-ups. I wish you’d seen Mary’s face when Dad reached over lat night and plucked her front tooth right out of her mouth. Oh! She screeched! But by this morning she was admiring her toothless grin and insisting on a smoothie for breakfast.
Xander has procured the habit of reading blog archives– “Look at that! Ben used to live here!– oohing and aahing over the past and guilting me about my lax entries of late. The truth is, I’m not getting much of anything done lately. Even though I took on fewer photo shoots than last year, I’m ridiculously slow at editing them. Much of the yard has gone to weed and all my good intentions to clean the pantry have come to naught. I tell you this not to elicit sympathy or concern, but simply to dispel the widespread myth that I’m so amazing and on top of things. The truth is, I’m not. My adorable Energizer Bunny running partner accomplishes more in a day than I do in a week.
And I’m OK with my somewhat lazy and slow behavior– it’s a season of laying fallow for me. I have been making dinner nearly every night, playing Monotony and Ticket to Ride (though I’d really like to retire the Monopoly game to the garbage– it’s torturous) and pulling up the couch to the computer to watch “Lost” with Stefan (“Lost” is weird; really weird).
La vita è bella! We adore you, and I’m assigning the next blog post to Xander. Here’s a photo preview: