It isn’t often that we all go out to eat as a family.  The older three are usually doing their own thing, so it’s often just Roy, Dean, Hayden, and I.  Occasionally, I tell the boys we are going out together, and they all need to attend.

We went out last night to a local pizza place, and then to get some ice cream… EXHAUSTING!  Seriously, exhausting.  They argue, push, fuss at each other, poke, pick, prod, and whine - and that’s the older three!

Yes, I swear it’s the older boys that drive me crazy.  They just can’t get along, and if they do, it’s for three or four minutes at best.  Corey can be so bossy sometimes, and if Roy and I are around, it drives the other boys nuts.

“Seriously, Corey, shut up.  No one wants to hear it.” Addi is fussing at Corey for something.

“You shut up, before I whack you.” Is Corey’s muttered reply.

“Mom and Dad are here.  YOU aren’t the boss.”

I’m sitting next to Roy, exhausted by all this… just listening to them drives me nuts.  And the pizza hasn’t even arrived yet!

“Seriously, both of you.  Quiet.” Dad’s getting that look on his face, and thankfully both boys recognize it and respect it.

But then, five minutes later they are back at it.

We decided, sort of a spur of the moment thing, to sign Dean up for T-Ball.  Little League was holding registration at the pizza joint, and we thought… why not?  He might enjoy it; he might not… but we hope he can make some new friends.

“Seriously, Joe!  Move your legs!”

“Corey, shut up.”

And so it goes…