I think my favorite part of moving back to my small hometown is all the time we get to spend with my baby brother.
For example, last night at 9:30pm he said, "I need to go home. I just stopped by to say 'hi.'" He had shown up at noon. And he still didn't end up leaving until midnight. And this happens two to three times per week. Our house turns into something that resembles more of a college dorm--I make a big pot of chili, cut up some summer sausage and cheese, basketball is on, we watch a movie later, they play a racing game on the Wii, we turn up the music, and before you know it my stomach hurts from laughing, there are dirty dishes everywhere, and the house looks like it's been ransacked. And I love it.
Every Saturday morning we have a standing date to go to brunch and then run errands together.
Jacob is seven years younger than me...exactly...we were born on the same day. I was not happy about it at the time, but now I love that we share the day.
I remember waking up on my seventh birthday and my mom was in labor. My dad was timing contractions while trying to get me ready for school. I was overly confused as to why dad was letting me "wear anything" I wanted, why mom was still in bed, and why dad was yelling out minutes between contractions. Mom and I had worked hard the night before on my cookie monster cupcakes for my school party. Afternoon came around and my cupcakes still hadn't shown up. Finally, my dad arrived at the classroom door and pulled me out of class. He told me that I had a new baby brother. I wanted to know where the cupcakes were. He went on to tell me that he came out with his ear "bent over like a puppy dog." I still wanted to know where the cupcakes were. When I went back into class I didn't dare tell anyone about my new brother. I thought he had a real beagle's big, floppy ear and I was so embarrassed. Eventually, my dad came back with the cupcakes and I was satisfied.
I posted before from my high school daybook, and here's another entry, written by Jacob when he was about ten.
For example, last night at 9:30pm he said, "I need to go home. I just stopped by to say 'hi.'" He had shown up at noon. And he still didn't end up leaving until midnight. And this happens two to three times per week. Our house turns into something that resembles more of a college dorm--I make a big pot of chili, cut up some summer sausage and cheese, basketball is on, we watch a movie later, they play a racing game on the Wii, we turn up the music, and before you know it my stomach hurts from laughing, there are dirty dishes everywhere, and the house looks like it's been ransacked. And I love it.
Every Saturday morning we have a standing date to go to brunch and then run errands together.
Jacob is seven years younger than me...exactly...we were born on the same day. I was not happy about it at the time, but now I love that we share the day.
I remember waking up on my seventh birthday and my mom was in labor. My dad was timing contractions while trying to get me ready for school. I was overly confused as to why dad was letting me "wear anything" I wanted, why mom was still in bed, and why dad was yelling out minutes between contractions. Mom and I had worked hard the night before on my cookie monster cupcakes for my school party. Afternoon came around and my cupcakes still hadn't shown up. Finally, my dad arrived at the classroom door and pulled me out of class. He told me that I had a new baby brother. I wanted to know where the cupcakes were. He went on to tell me that he came out with his ear "bent over like a puppy dog." I still wanted to know where the cupcakes were. When I went back into class I didn't dare tell anyone about my new brother. I thought he had a real beagle's big, floppy ear and I was so embarrassed. Eventually, my dad came back with the cupcakes and I was satisfied.
I posted before from my high school daybook, and here's another entry, written by Jacob when he was about ten.
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| Jennifer + Jacob = mischief Jacob, Jennifer. Twins, exactly 7 years apart. It's always been fun to have my sister to share my birthday. What We Have In Common WWHIC First of all are [sic] birthday that we will always have in common. Second we both love Trevor and our family very much. We both love fish even though mine are dead. Presently she has a goldfish that my cousin feed [sic] and dumped the whole jar in, but he's still livin'. |
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| I had two zebras and a small black shark. But the zebra died and the other one died because he missed the other one. The black shark got sucked up to the filter for a while. Boy we didn't know if we had a dirty tank or what. Her goldfish is still alive and "justa livin' well." We both love music. Boy that Alan Jackson is great. He is the most talented musition [sic] ever. Except me and Jenn. But if him and George Strait, Lee Ann Ryans [sic] and Chumbawamba get together (in the 25 centery! [sic]) we will die. (Those are our faverit [sic] artist.) What about school. Neither of us care if we have it. If we do we make... |
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| ...a big deal out of it, but we don't care. Look on the bright side, you get more days in the summer and you still have to go to equal those days. The most important thing is we both love each other. And we'll always always have that in common. I hope. Jacob Grotewiel
And that just sums it all up.
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