the last day of having 6 teenagers in the house....

at least for a while. Joseph is turning 20 years old tomorrow. I shall not embarrass him by writing too much, but he is one excellent son. He is respectful and kind and smart and responsible and he always does what I ask him to do, no more, no less...ha. He hasn't always been this way, but we shall leave it at that. He is growing up. He exercises and eats well and he is such a good example, being patient and not talking back. (yes, nothing puts a mom to shame more than realizing that some of her kids are more mature than she)

Joseph Michael is my fifth child, he was born when we still lived in our mobile home. If you want to have some fun, have five kids in a trailer. It was a nice trailer, a single-wide, but it had three bedrooms and we bought it brand new. It had a very nice yard, too, huge with lots of trees...but it was rather tight with five of them. We moved into this house when Joseph was almost one, and we rattled around like peas in a pod...for a few years anyway.

Joseph is extremely creative. He can draw and paint and play piano and guitar. When he was little, he used to make these elaborate costumes, especially Indian suits....fringed pants and tops...he made a knight's helmet once, he made oxygen tanks out of soda bottles, he turned regular action figures into the X-men guy who had the sharp claws come out of his hands....he was always making bows and arrows, and always wanted me to buy him more elastic or feathers. He loves the cat, and he likes Rosie although he won't admit to it. If she has a pink head or green paws, it was Joseph. He is the number one perpetrator of the writing hilarious but sometimes questionable sayings with the refrigerator letters.

So....tomorrow we will only have five teens in the house.

My fifth child to reach twenty. blah, I am getting old.