Need to Stop and Catch my Breath

We've had two birthdays in the past two days. For real.

Spencer turned 13 yesterday.
I now have 5 teenagers. Ack!



Jacob is 18 today.
Sheesh. Where did the time go?

Between that, and delivering Jacob's Eagle Scout project,

He (and friends) made 31 diversion boxes
for the children at the hospital.

and having to chauffeur my kids around (with my husband's car, mine is still 'sick'), and drive my husband to and from Salt Lake for work (45 min each way), I haven't been on my computer much.

Tomorrow is looking much better.

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  1. Larissa T.May 8, 2012 at 9:40 PM

    Great to feel needed ain't it?

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  2. MarianneMay 9, 2012 at 9:35 AM

    Happy birthday to everyone! Danny's was Monday. I'm thinking we're going to skip Chuck E. Cheese next year and make diversion boxes. What wonderful kids!!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMay 9, 2012 at 3:34 PM

      The boxes were lots of fun for Jake and his friends. I forget how service is so good for kids. I think doing them for a birthday is a great idea!

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  3. Sleepy JoeMay 9, 2012 at 11:19 AM

    I love the idea of diversion boxes, such a lovely idea. Happy birthday to your boys and good luck with 5 teenagers, I'm having a hard enough time with a 4 year old and a 7 year old!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMay 9, 2012 at 3:34 PM

      Well, three of them will be moving out in the next 6 months, so that helps. :-)

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  4. StephanieMay 9, 2012 at 6:07 PM

    No...but wait a minute...wait a minute...you have FIVE TEENAGERS?!? You live in a high school homeroom. Your Jacob's service project is so lovely. Happy birthday to both of your boys!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMay 9, 2012 at 9:59 PM

      Yep. Two 19 year-olds, one 18, one 16 and now one 13. Just imagine the drama of a high school homeroom and that's my house.

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  5. KimMay 11, 2012 at 4:22 AM

    I can't believe how old our kids are getting!! Remember the first day we met....in our oldests' kindergarten room....wow does time fly or what!!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMay 11, 2012 at 10:52 AM

      It doesn't seem possible that it was so long ago. Good thing we haven't aged, eh?

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