Our house is like a little testosterone factory this week. My sister Marni and her husband Hans flew out to St. Louis this morning to check out a seminary he will be possibly attending in the fall. They dropped their two boys off at our house last night, and they’re staying until Sunday morning.
So the official count is: Noah, 8; Jonathan, 7; Josiah, 5; Peter, 5; and Andrew, 3. Oh, and Natalie – she’s ten, and feeling slighty outnumbered.
They’re having fun, though. Pray for my sanity. The hardest part is that we’re stuck at home since I don’t have a car that will hold them all. No quick runs for a latte fix!