No, I don't mean that way. Gross. They're kids. This isn't an "After School Special."
I've already told you about Liza. She has two older brothers. So, when they moved in we were glad to learn about the family of five. The little family of five.
Then the two nephews moved in. One came because he wants to play football at the high school. The other obviously is trying to clean up his act and needs his uncle (who is a pretty imposing man) to help him out. Okay, so a family of seven. Still small by Utah standards. We could handle it. And only two of the kids were little, right? The rest are teenagers and young adults trying the best they can to be mature and responsible.
This weekend, the mother's daughter from her first marriage moved in -- with her two kids. So, now we have the parents, a young female adult, a young male adult, two teenage boys, a pre-teen boy, a six year old girl, a four year old girl, and a five month old baby living next door.
I am expecting a partridge in a pear tree to show up any day.
So far we haven't had any real problems. Ryan is getting the worst of it as the two little girls (Liza and the even chattier Channa) have decided to "keep him company" while he works in the yard. I don't think it helps that they know he likes to eat popsicles to cool off. And if Ryan isn't enough of a draw they have practically formed a fan club for our cat Olive. It's only been two days and I have already told them both at least a dozen times hissing does not mean happiness.
Meg is loving all the action. Every time we go outside now there is someone in the yard, and she happily shouts "kids." She used to shout "Liza" at all of them, but when they would correct her it got confusing, so now she just stays generic.
I just hope there aren't more coming. And that the parents don't feed any of them after midnight.
That's when it will really get ugly.