For Family

Things have been pretty busy and it is hard for me to find the time to blog anymore. I usually just write about what has been going on in my life, but this time I want to do something different. I want to write about my family. I have a wonderful family and I love them to pieces. My older brother, though a little harsh at times, is a great person. He has some difficulty overcoming his disappointment in me, but I can understand why. I haven't made the last few years of his life easy. Everything I seem to do just makes things worse and worse. But from what my mom tells me he didn't really want a little sister anyway. Like, when I was little, he threw my toy into the closet and after I went in to grab it he locked me in there. I guess he used the toy as bait. Unfortunately, there was no key hole to unlock the door so my mom had to cut a hole in the door knob in order to get me out. I wonder if we still have that knob? Good times...don't remember it though.

My little sister is totally awesome. When I was a youngn' I prayed that God would give me a sister. When I was six, my prayers were answered with Ashleigh. After she was born, I didn't really want her. She would always follow me around and when my friends came over she had to be in on everything. But what younger sibling doesn't want to hang out with her older sister? We used to do this thing where we made this show called "The Lindsey and Ashleigh Show" We had one of those Fisher Price toys with the microphone and made a tape of our show. We'd just talk about random stuff, but it was really fun. Now she is a senior in high school. She has a boyfriend, I can't believe how fast she grew up. She was 13 when I moved out. I missed a lot of good years that I wish I hadn't. If I could go back, I would change a lot. I love my sister so much.

My little brother is such a drama king. I have never known someone to get so upset over the smallest things and he's only 10. He loves video games, especially anything to do with Spongebob. He also loves it when you watch him play video games and will talk your ear off about what he's done so far in the game. But if something goes wrong, watch out! He just gets his feelings hurt very easily, but he is such a sweetie. He doesn't like to lose, but unfortunately he is a sore loser and I hope he grows out of it. I don't have a lot of stories about Brandon since I moved out when he was only 5, again lots of good years I've missed. One thing, he is blonde haired and a lefty which is totally different from everyone else in the family. We are all dark haired and rightys. We told Mom that he was switched at birth. Recently we were watching some home movies and came across videos of baby Brandon and he looked exactly like Logan does at this age. So I guess he really is part of the family.

My parents are better than anyone could ask for. They put up with a lot of crap from me, but they still love me. I never understood that love until I had Logan...now I get it. My mom is beautiful and warm and loving. Even though she is more scary than Dad when she's angry, she is the one I can talk to about anything. Dad was the one who carried out with discipline, well I guess Mom did too with that notorius wooden spoon....ohhh that still gives me shudders. My Mom thinks she does too much for us kids and she's probably right, but we love her for it. But my mom had a lot coming at her. She had lost both parents by the time she was 36. Do you know how hard that is? I don't. She didn't know her grandparents. Her mother came from England so those grandparents lived overseas and how often do you think she saw them? Not very. Her dad married someone who wasn't from the church so the entire family was shunned. They didn't want anything to do with them..including the kids, my mom and her nine siblings. So they were all eachother had. They are the most awesome family you will ever meet. Gobs of stories from their childhood, but there's bound to be with 10 kids. And at every family get together, there are no fights and everyone enjoys eachothers company. It is amazing and I hope to carry it on with my family. My dad was always kind of hard for me to talk to, but I think that had something to do with him working a lot. We didn't get as much time with him as we did Mom. He is a worry wart. If we didn't come home by a certain time, he would go out searching for us even if he didn't even know where we were. It kind of annoyed me, but I can understand now why he worried. Your kids are everything to you and you don't want anything to happen to them. Dad took us on two vacations every year, one summer and one winter which was always Florida. I miss those times. Sometimes I miss living at home and being carefree again. I hope that maybe someday I can go on vactions with my family like we did with my grandparents down to Florida. The whole Terry Koch family on one big vacation. Now that sounds like fun!!