The Direct Benefit of Having a Whole Heapin' Buncha Yahoos

Last night was great fun with all of the yahoos kickin’ around the house.


Joseph adores his big brother David Scott; the two of them were huddled at the dinner table

looking at some new computer games on a laptop. David was 17 years old when Joseph was born—that’s right—a rotten teenager! As soon as he’d walk in from school though, I’d hand his grumbly self the baby and he’d go downstairs to his room and play his acoustic guitar while the baby lay on his bed. It was the start of a wonderful brotherly relationship.



We also oohed and ahhed over the Golden Child—who affects us like laughing gas—we have no control or semblance of maturity when it comes to this baby! Funny faces, exotic sounds, more energy was never put into a rocketship as that which we pull out for the sake of a toothless smile and a chubby giggle! As Nana says, “He is heaven.”



The conversation got around to Miss Tardypants…the older yahoos gave her a really hard time for not getting up on time for seminary and school—as David Scott said, “Was that even an option?” Oh yeah, I told them that they could give her as much grief about this as they wanted—

And boy, did they! They razzed her endlessly; gave me many ideas how to “cure” her tardiness—some involving paintballs & raw eggs, while the general consensus was to pour a large pitcher of ice cold water over her head. She tried protesting all of their ideas—even looked to me for pity—mwahaha—but I was bone-dry-empty of compassion. Imagine that!



We had a family devotional—during which Joseph f*rted and nearly cleared the room---noone wanted to kneel next to him during family prayer, which he thought was hilarious! Boys.

Then we packed up the Golden family, said our ‘good-byes-cya-laters’ and they left. Then everyone else peeled off and went to bed, except for David Scott and me cause we had some catching up to do.



I wondered what, if any effect, the razzing from her siblings would have on Daisie aka Miss Tardypants--

Guess what, chicken-butt? She got up this morning and was out the door ON TIME.