narrated by: Lewis
Cicely couldn’t see the chalkboard, so naturally the entire bunch of us had to get our eyes checked. Of course, the only one that had an eye issue was Cicely, seeing she was the only one who couldn’t see in the first place. Sometimes I think Morgan overreacts. Cicely doesn’t even care that she has glasses now, she’s just happy that she can see.
She’s too happy of a kid, there’s been zero snowflakes this winter, and she’s thrilled because now she can do somersaults year round. Like who loves somersaults that much? Give me a snow day, please.
Dad always goes out there to watch her do her flips and flops, and I know that Dad would have never watched me flip around if I had asked as a kid.
I’m glad she’s not a cranky sister, because that would be worse, but she’s even happy when she showers before bed. Belting out songs like she’s in a musical.
She’s even got a regiment for her skincare, washing her face and everything. I actually have acne, and I don’t have a routine.
Vivienne is much more like Dad and me, headstrong. She’s set on it snowing this winter, and sits outside if there is even a slight chance of a snowflake. Dad allows this insane behavior, and the adults think it is cute. It never snows, and she freezes in the meantime, because it’s by no means summer weather out there.
She hates doing her homework, and she hates sitting still. Dad lost his IT job last month, which was devastating, it was just after closing, and Morgan and Dad were seeing if we could even afford the house. Thankfully we appear to be able to, but now he’s home 24/7 and Vivienne is constantly finagling with him.
And Dad always gives into her. He’s never been strong with kids, I always did whatever I wanted until Morgan came into the picture. When your Mom dies, people pretty much want to buy your feelings away with gifts and treats. I don’t get that kind of treatment anymore though, Morgan put a stop it, and said that it wouldn’t help me in the long run. I didn’t know she was a shrink too.
When Morgan isn’t home, bedtime looks like this.
When she is home, it is more like this.
She’s in the interview stage for the Chief of Staff position, her Mom is retiring at the end of this year, and who better to take over Metro Hospital, than her own daughter. Morgan insists that she has to go through the same process as anyone else, but I figure she’s just saying that. She is also working on a medical research project that could help make the hospital ahead of its time.
Dad has found a new passion for cooking, he’s becoming incredibly domesticated the longer he lives with Morgan. He insists that cooking is new favorite thing, and is constantly getting new recipes for us to try, if he starts a Pinterest board for recipes I’m going to have to intervene.
He’s awfully impressed with his new found abilities as well, he rattles on about how great each bite is, then pats himself on the stomach when the meal is complete. It’s not five star cuisine here, but it is better then boxed macaroni and cheese, and everyone knows that Morgan can’t cook anything but a lunchmeat sandwich.
In the new house, Morgan finally has her adult room, aka the boring room without a single electronic in it. She likes to do her reading in there, and when me and Dad horse around in there, she gets all upset that we are going to break something, like one of her books.
We get banished to the TV room, which I have to admit I pretty much love. She has a spot by the fireplace so she can be near us if she wants. But now that she’s working toward that promotion, she’s pretty much invisible when she’s home, which I’m not complaining about.
We also have a basement with a bar, which I totally want to throw a party at sometime. In the mean time, I got Dean to come by and I tried to get him to take a drink with me, but he refused. I didn’t drink enough to even feel a buzz, I just wanted to know how it tasted, and not be found out by Morgan-Police. I was disappointed that Dean wouldn’t try it, sometimes he seems babyish.
But he can do a mean trick shot over the girls’ old xylophone, which makes Vivienne mad if she sees us.
Good news came in the middle of the month, Dad found a job doing Graphic Design, he’s in the same building downtown as before. He’s pretty pumped, thinks he’ll like doing Graphic work more than IT, and it has better hours.
With Dad back at work, it means that I have the house to myself, sometimes for hours on end. Morgan takes the girls to her parents out in Millwood about once a week, but lets me stay home. I appreciate this gesture, because her parents are the worst.
They love their grandkids though, Dad says that they’ve softened them up, but he still doesn’t venture over more than necessary. When Regina found out that the girls didn’t know piano, she jumped right on it.
Vivienne is the happiest about Regina giving her lessons, Regina thinks it’s required of a young lady to know how to play, and she’s trying to fill her schedule after she retires. But Vivienne is really terrible, and I wonder if she regrets taking on this charge.
Sometimes she has to leave the girls there to go into the hospital for a delivery. With Dad working until seven or eight o’clock, that means I get the house to myself.
Caitlyn usually comes over, we can make out at her house, but her twin brother is always around, even when their Dad is gone.
At my house, there’s no one around to keep an eye on us. We started dating when we were thirteen, and had not considered going a farther step. At the time Morgantalked to her about birth control, and Dad talked to me. But we both thought it was an over reaction.
Caitlyn didn’t think it was necessary, but I did take my Dad’s advice, because I don’t want to be a teen Dad. I think Caitlyn took the whole experience different then me, I wish I could talk with Dean about it, but I don’t think he’d understand. When I was his age, I didn’t think about this kind of stuff, not really.
That night, Morgan came home and told us about a delivery at the hospital. She went into all the details, and it made me feel like she knew what me and Caitlyn had done.
It was my classmate Perla Martinez’ Mom, Isabella. She had a boy named Deigo, and he went into the NICU for some breathing treatments. Morgan always shares these stories because the twins were in an incubator when they were born too.
It was definitely gross to hear about Perla’s Mom having a baby, and all the grossness that it ensues.
And it made me nervous about doing anything risky with Caitlyn, even with my own form of birth control, because I definitely don’t want to witness a birth anytime in the near future.
Notes: None of my households had a single snowflake this entire winter!
Zeke lost his job, and I was devastated for a few minutes. He went back to night school for that job specifically, but it turns out his interests match Graphic Design better, and it has better hours.
Apparently I’ve been prudish (they are in the same family tree, but not “related”) in not letting Lewis and Caitlyn go farther in their relationship, so I let them. Lewis is allowed birth control, but Caitlyn is not. Good grief do I hope nothing happens with these two! I always take Lewis for a bit of a cautious risk taker, both of his parents were very wild, Zeke was always angry, and his Mom was drunk and cheating all the time. So I see him as someone who was raised better, but still has that desire to test things out.
And Isabella Martinez (pnpc) had her third baby that was due this month, Diego Martinez. I need to update the PNPC page with a picture of him, but am waiting until his first birthday I think.
Thanks for reading!!