Ever feel like writing but really aren’t sure what you care to write about? Yeah. I’m there.

So I guess I’ll just update things for future reference. It may be a nice point to come back to later on.

Chase. Recently out of a couple of hospital stays (one physical, one mental health). The mental health was a 16 day acute stay back in April. The most recent was a life flight to the childrens’ hospital in Pittsburgh thanks to his attempt to escape groundation a day early by climbing out of the 2nd floor living room window. He ended up with ‘only’ a broken metatarsal, thank goodness. However his month long cast ‘groundation’ was a natural consequence even he couldn’t escape, not for lack of trying. He actually ended up with 2 casts since he put so much damage on the first one. He managed to spend his 11th birthday in the cast, which only dampened his spirits a little.

Conlan. Wow. He is nine years old and feeling every bit of thirteen. This is a child who is incredibly bright and uses it for devious methods. Perhaps it’s the testosterone, but I do have to say I worry about him attempting to follow in Chase’s footsteps. He was the first one out of the window the evening Chase attempted the escape and Conlan MADE it and bolted before ever witnessing his older brother tumbling down to the concrete below. I always knew Con was a bit of a Houdini, but blast it. He makes things that shouldn’t be easy LOOK easy and he’s learned to lie quite well. Those baby blue eyes are going to deceive a lot of young ladies in the future I fear. Then again, I’m hoping that with a bit more strictness and tough love, he may just grow out of this ‘stage’.

Chandler. Now here’s a little boy that all mothers dream of. Quiet, funny, intelligent, cute and quite loveable. Yes, I know he’s my son. But he’s truly unlike either of his older brothers. He loves to sit and read. He loves to draw. He enjoys riding his bike – which he is currently grounded from since he got hit by a car the other day while trying to cross the street without looking OR stopping. Thankfully he’s just fine with no injuries and the ‘being hit’ part was more like getting bumped. But on the whole, he’s a very good kid with a good head on his shoulders. He even apologized to the driver for scratching that nice shiny black hood.

Caleb. My strange little preemie duck. Quiet some days, literally barely speaking, other days can’t get him to stay quiet longer than 2 seconds. Still a bit of a whiner. LORD that drives me nuts, too. On the days he is most whiney, he will scream and whine about any little thing. You run into the room thinking he’s had an appendage surgically removed without benefit of anesthesia and yet its only someone took his spot on the sofa. Hey man, you snooze you lose is my motto. He’ll be in the first grade this coming school year and it’s going to feel so strange having only …..

Cian. He is my cutest little bug. Though he is also quite mischievous and doesn’t listen very well, I’m still quite infatuated with my ‘baby’. This baby turns five in December and won’t be starting to school until 2009 school year. His speech leaves a lot to be understood but with 5 older brothers to speak FOR him, he got a bit behind in needing to express himself. Not for lack of trying and not that he doesn’t have his own little language he’s created. Literally words that he has for certain things that if you don’t know him, will leave you quite frustrated trying to figure out just what it is that he is asking for. He’s quite the energetic little fellow and if you don’t have a firm grip on his hand you’re asking for a quick sprint in an effort to catch him. Yes, he runs FAST.

Me. I am me. I have come to terms with several things about my life and also several things about the past. Not that I don’t have a closet stock full of ghosts and skeletons to come haunt me whenever the time is least likely to be right, but those are dealt with on a ‘as needed’ basis. I still have my health for the most part (minus a few organs that weren’t really needed I guess) and I’m almost making it from one month to the next, with a little stress thrown in for good measure, just to make sure I’m in top form. I’ve gone back to my mostly reclusive habits and that seems to suit me. I’m not the most outgoing person you’ll ever meet and while a bit on the shy side – as far as introducing myself to others – I’m usually fairly receptive to new people. I think I’ve just managed to accept, at long last, that my journey in this life is meant to be mostly on my own, with people intertwining their lives with mine here and there. Whether its for my benefit, or theirs, or perhaps for both I haven’t figured out. I’ll leave that one to the man upstairs and just keep putting one foot in front of the other until its time for me to leave this blue ball of dust we live on. Living one day at a time (still working on that - type A personality doncha know) and loving my children for who they are.