Good Afternoon Family,
Allen has put me in charge of this news letter. News of the Allen Bollschweiler clan is as follows:
Tess: still not potty trained, and yes, she has indeed turned 3. All my other children have been trained by 25 months. Tess is determined to blow to bits every pre-conceived notion I have had about raising my children. I am now throwing up my hands in utter defeat and letting her train herself. She'll do what she wants anyway, she always does! We still do not have a fence, and she is still sneaking out of the house at every turn. We keep finding her down the street, in the neighbors back yard across the street, and just today I found her hiding in the neighbors yard adjacent to us. These particular neighbors complain about our cats, I am sure finding our baby in the back yard wouldn't impress them at all. Lucky for me, they were at work...
Brynn: I was actually very worried about her starting kindergarten, as she went through a full year of preschool without learning her letters. She is keeping up just fine, though, and not only is her brain getting smarter, so is her mouth... we were discussing her Grandma Kate's birthday the other evening, and she says "What is she now, like a hundred?" She put on a cute skirt yesterday and told herself in the mirror "You are SO gorgeous!" So, Brynn has about 7 other children on our street who are her age. The triplets across the street are proving to be her nemesis's (how do you say nemesis in plural form?). They may not agree with each other, but they never agree with anyone else. Must be nice to be born into your own little gang, but I quickly grew tired of my 5 year old whiner and told her to buck up, or go hide under her bed and be bored. She bucked up. She is now holding her own with the triplets, good times...
Dylan: 8 going on 13. Allen is really bugging me a lot to give her "the talk", and I keep saying "Dude, she is 8!" She is this close to being in need of a bra, though, so I think during our bra shopping expedition, the talk just might be in order (just an abbreviated version of it though, geez!). She is the fastest girl runner in her class, and informed me that during state fitness tests, she was the only girl in her class to make it to the "boy" number, whatever that means. One of her good friends is a drama queen, and when Dylan played with a new girl at recess, her friend ripped off her end of her best friend necklace (be fri) and threw it away. Dylan says her friend apologized, but Dyl is still sad they don't match anymore. 3rd grade is very dramatic.
Gabe: Gabe Gabe Gabe Gabe Gabe. Yep. So, I am supposed to be home schooling him (Connections Academy, which is public school on-line). The paperwork got screwed up, though, so we are waiting waiting and waiting for our stuff (computers and books). In the meantime, he attends his old school. He is in his 3rd week. This Monday, we received our first call from his teacher informing us that he is missing 2 homework assignments, even though I have asked him every day if he has homework. Gabe Gabe Gabe Gabe Gabe. I keep telling myself that this type of confirmation is good, though. Gabe is playing football on his very kick-butt team, and they are indeed kicking hiney. He is battling asthma a lot, so we are taking him to a specialist.
Tanner: He is still president of his Deacon's class. He is loving 8th grade, and has straight A's ("pretty much"), which I think translates to a few B's, but Que Sara : ) He refused to play football, because he was worried about starting a new grade. He has informed me that he really wants to play baseball this year, so I had better find out how to get him enrolled. Tanner at times informs me that he is a better parent than me. If I didn't appreciate how responsible he is, I would probably strangle him!
I got released from YW, and just as I was celebrating getting my Wednesday's back, I got called to Activity Days. My kids are really enjoying having me home on Sundays, though. What a relief to have one parent at home, with Allen's meetings, it was getting ridiculous!
I have been sick with a head cold\chest cold for the past week, and Allen has been keeping track of how long I have been sick in the following manner: (at 4 days - "Tam, you need to go to the doctor, you've been sick for 2 weeks!") (at 6 days - "Tam, you need to go to the doctor, you've been sick for 4 weeks!") Evidently, times passes in a different fashion for him when I'm sick. We both agree though, that at least when I'm sick, I still function, unlike a certain male figure in the home. After discussing psychological illness earlier this year (i.e. him always getting sick at the same time I get sick) he has decided to let me be ill by myself this time just to prove a point - which instead just proves my point even more! Yes, he does control it!
We just bought 1/2 a cow. His freezer at work is full, our freezer outside is full, and 1/2 our freezer inside is full of cow. That is a lot of cow. He actually took the kids to meet said cow earlier this fall; I didn't want to see that face every time I ate a burger.
spiritual thought. HMMMMM....
So, Allen and I have a friend named JoAnn, who has adopted our family. She is a 68 year old Jewish Lady (some of you have met her), and she loves the gospel, loves our family, but is determined not to be Christian. I told her she already is. So, I was looking at the Living Christ, reading the following "that by him, and through him, and of him, the worlds are and were created, and the inhabitants thereof are begotten sons and daughters unto God." D&C 76:22-24. It is always a fine line talking with JoAnn. She is right, I do want to convert everyone, but that is because we have the truth, and want everyone to partake of it. I think she might be getting that. Anyway, she really wants to marry an LDS man... And it is true, she is already a Christian, she just hasn't acknowledged it yet. Her very favorite songs in the world are about Christ. She always asks for blessings. This list goes on.
We love you all,
Let us know how you are all doing. Clara, I have a feeling you are a better Mom than me. Stop worrying so much, and give me some pointers ; )
Tammi B. (wife of Allen Gerald)
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