Yep, 8th out of 8

Was there a 7th son? Of a 7th son?

Mostly, though, I'm happy this wasn't the reaction when Giuliani was talking about a third term.

As I recall, he wasn't so much seeking a third term as an extension of his current second one. T'was a bit... fascist.

The wee brother holding his big brother's hand and putting washcloths on his face is breaking my heart, in a good way.

They're seven and ten. And I can hardly stand it myself.

I have a video of Matilda hopping around the kitchen cackling gleefully, but this computer is uncooperative so it'll have to wait until I can get over to the more docile laptop.

I have seen you cackle -- my bwain photoshop will work for now.

8 kids in one house makes my head spin. My father's many half-sibs were scattered across houses.

It wasn't a big house either. My Grandparents had one bedroom, the youngest two or three had the two little ones next to theirs, and the bigger boys were lined up in the attic. And they only had one bathroom. (Eventually they built a shower in the basement. They'd come in through the garage after whatever practice and leave their stench downstairs.)

We only had 7 kids in my family, but baby pictures of the last 2 are scarce.

My Aunt could bond with them!

Yep, 8th out of 8. However, there were never 8 in the house at one time

The oldest moved out at 19 when the youngest was 4, but soon his daughter was around during the day so it all balanced out.

(though four girls shared a bed for a time, believe it or not - my oldest sister got the solo bed at the same time in the same room).

You SO beat the attic of boys!

Anyone up?

Slightly up, but headed back down (which I originally typed "bacj diwb," so possibly I'm more tired than I thought).

We used to have an active night shift of USian insomniacs and international Buffistas just waking up, but it's quieted down in the last year or so (or maybe they're all just hiding out in the gaming thread or Tech or someplace else I don't usually go).

we're here. just grumpy.

Sorry, I count as the diminished morning shift these days. ::tries to look big and important::

You people who dress animals in costumes are WEE-YURD. IJS.

When I was trying to convince Tim that Kato the dog NEEDED a pimp dog costume (what? it has a purple velvet coat! and a big purple velvet hat WITH A FEATHER), I noticed that there is also a Scooby Doo costume for dogs.

Yes. You can dress your dog...as a dog.

Not exciting. Not like a PIMP DOG. (Which got soundly vetoed by the actual owner of the dog, damn it.)

Teppy, that just makes me giggle, considering what I know of some of Tim's hobbies and interests, because it seems like such a conservative line to draw. On the other hand, maybe he knows something about the dog's self image that we don't.

OTOH, dressing your dog up as Another Dog is either totally PoMo or just stupid.

Whereas dressing your cat as a dog is potentially suicidal.

Thanks for all the comments. I am not even sure what the project is yet, I am just assuming a family story or tree will be part of it. What really bothers me about it, is that I pre-emptively spoke to the teacher about it and sillily thought that maybe she would alter plans if they existed.

I am all about teaching diversity. I mean, we leave in what has been called the most diverse neighborhood in the country, so it is kinda hard to avoid. Probably 5-7 countries represented in the classroom. Last year they did a whole section on same and different and managed to not touch on family. They do a whole multi-cultural week every year. Whatever, I am going to try and use it to our advantage and get mac to start addressing the loss. The therapist says not to push him, but I'd rather him not go through this exercise repressing everything which is what I can see he will do.

ION - I feel like ass for the first couple hours I am up. I swear, I think it is allergies that have created a near sinus infection. I am snotty snotterson or as mac says snotty mcsnot snot.