Being the type pf blogger that I am, I will wait an eternity (if it takes that) for something interesting to blog about before actually sitting down to write.
For instance, school ended for the boys about two weeks ago, but other than the fact that Boy Two cried for the rest of the day about how much he would miss it there wasn't much to say.
Also, the boys have learned how to play Battleship (either with each other or myself) and Boy One is actually pretty good. Except that the little pieces have now been lost forever under Boy Two's bed and may never be recovered. Another distraction down the drain.
I spent last week tirelessly working with said boys to help them gain confidence and their bikes, and now neither one needs the slightest help - they just trundle out to the driveway and ride in circles for hours at a time.
The boys have collectively lost fifteen teeth in the last two years: three of them in the last two weeks. When Boy Two smiles at us it looks like his brother belted him.
Boy One's birthday was the first day of summer and, as I have for every birthday in the last four years, I cut and served the cake before I remembered to place the candles. My children may end up in therapy because I just can't seem to remember this vital childhood staple.
See? A lot of nothingness. But we did have one incident that I thought to share.
Boy Two, having gained confidence on his bike, was riding circles around his seated brother on said brother's birthday, making smaller and smaller circles around him chanting "I'm not too close."
Until, fortuitously, the bicycle crashed into seated brother and ran over his head. Poor Boy One. On his birthday he's sporting tire tracks on the back of his neck and an inch-diameter chunk of flesh missing from his right eyebrow.
The offending bicycle has been removed from service until a proper court-martial can be conducted.
So much for my hoped-for quiet afternoons.