Spring is in the Air

Spring has finally arrived in Northern Colorado. You can tell spring is here because the temperature hit 65 degrees at the house this week. Of course, it is now the weekend and the temperatures are now in the twenties. We have not seen the sun in two days and there is two feet of snow on the ground. If this sounds like the kind of springtime that appeals to you, think about moving here. I will build you a house.

Springtime coincides with sleepovers. Well, not in everyone’s house, but they seem to be related in our house. Last week Boy Twin had a kid over and they started building a tree fort. The problem is they didn’t get it finished. Plans were made to sleepover every weekend until it was finished. And they were going to need more guys.

As much as I don’t like having sleepovers at my house, I might have agreed to their plan. I did tell the boys that it sounded like a good idea, but I didn’t pay attention to the EVERY weekend part.

I was watching Girl Twin’s softball game when I was approached by a young boy/man who asked me, “Could you meet my Mom?”

Me: I think I should meet you first. Kid: I am &*$% (biblical name) Me: Ah, Boy Twin’s friend. He has talked about how nice you are. Kid: Thank you, can you meet my Mom? Me: Sure, which one is your Mom? Kid: She is not here yet.

I need to shift gears here. Did I ever tell you I like biblical names? I chose two biblical names for our boy from our first batch of kids. I chose Peter and Luke. Peter was my grandfather’s name. Luke was name from my youth.

Elaine DECIDED that she was not going to have a child called Petey, (which my family would have done) and Luke was not a name she was interested in. I gave in, Elaine picked our son’s name. (I might still be a little bitter.)

I picked our daughter’s name. It was a good thing, too. Elaine wanted to name Ivy, after a Ford automobile and a town in Iowa. No kid should be named Model T Sipes. (Ironically, it is a popular girls name now)

Sorry, I don’t know why it was important to get into that names part of the story. I think I just needed to get it off my chest.

The kids Mom arrived.

Mom: Hi, I’m #@%^0, (biblical kid’s Mom.) The mom did not have a biblical name. Me: Hi, I’m Monner. (Hey, I don’t have a biblical name either.) Mom: Where exactly do you live? Me: We live about 35 miles from here near the Wyoming border. Mom: We have driven through there. I guess (biblical name) can come over. When will he becoming home?

I am now terrified knowing I agreed to having boys come over to finish the treehouse. How many boys think they are coming over to help? Think, Monner, think!

Me: Have you heard the weather report? It is calling for 2-4 feet of snow at our house. I think I need to change the boys plans. Mom: I’ve heard that. I understand your boy is allergic to cats. We have three cats. Maybe they can get together and go bowling, or something.

Me: That sounds great.

I realized I dodged a bullet, a large one. Word got out that the sleepover was cancelled. We did get our 2-4 feet of snow. Everyone wins, well, not everyone, but I did.

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Track season started this past week at the middle school. Boy Twin started his season on injured reserve.

While long jumping in Phys Ed class, Boy Twin landed hard on his rear end. (I wanted to use construction language but, I talked myself out of it. You guys can inject construction language as you see fit.) After landing hard, he noticed he had a bump four inches below his waist band on his front side. (Construction language might be appropriate here.)

He mentioned this fact to the Phys Ed. teacher and was sent to the school nurse. Of course, he did not want to show the bump to the school nurse, so the nurse suggested we take him to the doctor.

Boy Twin decided he would like to wait a couple days before going to the doctor. At track practice, his coach insisted he be released to practice a doctor. The doctor determined he had strained a muscle and should take a couple days off from track.

Word about Boy Twin’s injury was passed around school. I was stopped the track coach, his girl friend’s mother and teachers; all wondering if Boy Twin was going to be OK. I was wondering, “What did he tell these people?” I assured them he would be all right, as a matter of fact he was high jumping in Phys Ed, against doctor’s advice the next day.

I think he might have an ego problem. We have those in our family, on his grandmother’s side.

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As I am writing this, Girl Twin is at a sleepover with four other girls. Snow has the road closed between our house and the sleepover. It looks like the sleepover will last until school starts Monday morning. Spring in Northern Colorado. It’s good being Monner.

Our crazy lives!

Monner