Hurst Family News

Flowers. Pink.  Clippies. Skirts.  Barbies.  Nail Polish. I would probably get sick of these things if it was all consuming.  Right now- they sounds heavenly.  Instead I get talk of  Guns. Trains.  Legos.  Guns.  Guns. Spy Stuff (excuse to use guns). Bodily Functions. Cars. Guns.  I need some frilly estrogen.  All this testosterone is killing me.  Even the neighbor boys come over and that's the first thing everyone talks about.  I love every single one of my boys.  But THIS girl can only handle so much. And that much was about 2 days ago.  I'm longing for a getaway. No way we could arrange one of those spur of the moment trips- eh Missionary Sistergirl and Mom? Dang. Thanks anyway- I think I'll go get some bubble bath, earplugs and a good book.  Perhaps tomorrow I'll drop in on a friend or two.   Till then. Real life discussion just now as I'm formatting to post thi...

First day (of second week) of school! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEE#3 !!! He's 2 today.  Old man.  Really just not a baby anymore.  But he'll always be my baby.  Oldest brother is in First Grade now and it's not as bad as I feared. He likes riding his bike to school- but Mommy got sick and couldn't pull two kids in the trailer.  Middle brother is a little too fond of his brakes to make any sort of decent time to school. Thus the trailer.  Middle brother is starting Preschool again tomorrow. We are all excited.  He has missed Ms. Melissa all summer! And this year he gets to make a few new friends. It'll be great.  Wee#3 is 2. Where has the time gone? He's a little firecracker for sure.  Loves to be with the big boys, he thinks he's one of them. Jumping. Riding bikes (though he's mostly content to ride in the trailer for now).  He loves his helmet. Duplos. Cars. Any thing and Every thing he can get into he d...

Dear Grandpa , It's been almost two years.  I still think about you all the time.  I did before you died too, just didn't call as often as I should have. I'm sorry. I'm trying to learn from that.  I see pictures that Mom posts of the cosmos and my thoughts turn to you.  Gazing up at things bigger than we can comprehend and the wonder of it all.  I think you you every time I see the vast amount of stars in our clean, clear, thin air.  It still surprises me.  You'd love it here.  The sky at least. We just got a chalkboard from my father in law and put it up in our dining room.  It reminds me of the happy hours drawing on the chalkboard on your porch and you and grandma doling out the chalk one piece at a time so they didn't all make it through the cracks in 2 minutes.  I hope my kids will have those kind of memories. I think of you every time I see my little Charlie Curtis.  He's almost two now. He just woke up from his morning ...