On Thursday, Saige turned 13 years old! Jim and I discussed the surrealness of it- we are on the downhill slide of parenting. Or at least of being legally responsible for tiny humans. We still have no clue what we are doing, but feel like the family theme of “fake it til you make it” has worked out pretty well.
Saige is our baby. She unintentionally finished up our family. When she was born, Mallory and Madison were 15 years old. She instantly became the living baby doll every one loved. She was dragged to a wrestling tournament when she was 8 days old. She has been drug to more things than I could even hope to count. As a result, she doesn’t really like to leave home. She doesn’t really love sports outside of softball. She likes professional football especially the Bills, snap chat, being with friends, hanging with cats, art, photography talking walks, and sleeping.
She hates “stupid people,” cleaning, and 80% of the food I prepare.
She is a little bit on the dramatic side, is never afraid to tell you exactly how she feels, but is also sweet, compassionate and funny. I am so very proud of the teenager she has grown into. Love you Saige!
For her birthday dinner, she wanted McDonald’s. That worked out well, because I planned to bake her a cake over my break, but ran out of time, so we also stopped off and got her a cake. She was elated! She had a slumber party with 4 friends last night. They ate themselves silly, took late night walks down the road, watched scary movies and stayed up all night talking. There was zero drama and very little slumber. I failed to take photos of her with her friends. She won’t be sad about it, but I am.
Madison and Mallory took one of the painting classes last night. Andrew had to work late, so Jim and I watched the girls for a while. Saige was preoccupied with her friends, but auntie Harper was willing to do manicures, pedicures, lotion baths, and chugging Dr Pepper with the girls.
Also, had a little dancing with Scully.
This one decided to start walking this week. When I tell you she is feral, I am not joking. She climbed onto the table in the living room, climbed onto the table in the dining room, crawled under the new tv and got stuck, somehow grabbed ahold of the scentsy warmer I forgot I had on, got mildly burned, refused to eat her dinner, but then when her dad got here, she cleaned his plate for him, and stripped off her clothes. And that was with all of us watching her!
I love having these girls close! They make me absolutely have the most amazing days!
Photos are sort of out of order, but Harper and I are the sacristans at church this month. We ran over to clean and set up for mass a little later than I wanted to. I sort of like doing the cleaning when it’s not dark. We came close! We came out just in time to see the most beautiful sunset with the cows all standing in the pasture in front of it. Harper rolled her eyes when I said I needed a photo. I already failed at photo taking so I didn’t let her influence my decisions.
Today I decided to repair and repaint the trim around the windows in the basement living room. I have a tiny bit of touch up to do tomorrow, but I like the way it looks. My shoulder didn’t like it very much, but I let that be my physical therapy for the day. The girls got the coat closet cleaned out and then took naps! Tomorrow has to be about deep cleaning…..must get ready for the holidays! I am thankful for the weekend!
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