My eldest had a mini silent treatment attack when I asked him to mow the lawn yesterday. He used his serious face, while listening to death metal, then he cut the lawn. Made a big production of getting out sunscreen and water in case he got too hot. (It was like 65 in the shade here.)
The drama of being seventeen is really much better than my fast talking 13 year old (my child.) He’s at a church retreat. Hiking is really good for the soul. I hope he hikes a lot more before he comes back.
The 15 year old went off to Saturday school for tardiness this morning, then went home to his father’s house to eat for three hours. This child (the silent sentinel) rushes for no one if food is involved. Last night’s choir competition went well. I love how different they are.
All very intense though. Girly is singing again, so nap time is over. Time to sort 18 mos. baby clothes into her closet. The baby clothes fairy visited, so I need to thank her and find a place for the diva clothing.
*My hand in the featured image is behind a monardia plant stem from last year (bee balm.)