I will start with the oldest. Her name is Tara Lynne, and she is 26 years old. She is "Mama Tara." She will go visit my parents and instead of relaxing she becomes Hitler giving orders. "Clean your room, make your bed, put your clothes up, take them hangers downstairs." Which I think is hilarious considering my parents both say they've gotten too old to care and they keep asking Tara to finish raising the remaining four children. I would be very against it, however, considering we share a two bedroom apartment with one bathroom.
Im the second oldest. I am 24 years old and Im very spoiled by Tara. She cooks me dinner and touches my forehead whenever I feel I have a fever. (Which happens quite offen, but shes assures me I feel just fine.) You will learn more about me and my every thought as this blog continues. So lets carry on shall we.....
Bub, bubbles, crazy Bud boy, whatever you want to call him. Is the entertaining one. He sings. He dances. He mocks people. He is the guy who makes everyone laugh. He tells everyone we are twins but I guess since we look the most alike and are only 14 months apart we are quailified for the title. By the way, you would think my parents would use some form of contraception at this point.
Five years later, the parents got pregnant once more with their "Love Child," their words, not mine. Not to mention I'm super glad my gag reflexes are not intact right now. Meredith Christy, like my father says, has a dynamic personality. She is the funniest person I've ever met. She always always has something clever to say back to someone. She is a singer and a dancer as well. I don't know where they get their dancing from, but my dad has been known to come in from a long day of work singing or whistling. Meredith just turned 18 and is getting ready to graduate. (Grown!! Is what she refers to herself as. She doesnt know what grown is until she gets a real job and pays some bills!) She plans to go to Culinary School in August and I can't wait. She is going to be hired by me to be my personal chef. I hope getting paid in haircuts will work for her grown tail!
My parents decided they were going to name the last boy after my grandfather Avery. So his name ended up being Avery Clayton Christian Gardner 4th. I think I need a nap after saying all that. Anyways, he is the unusual child. He turned 16 in September, took his driving test and failed. And says he isnt taking it again. I swear he is gonna be 30 and still living with my parents and they will still be driving him around. When my dad asks if there is any girls he likes or he thinks is cute...he walks right out of the room. He eats one thing at a time, patting it back together around the edges then across the top until its gone. He is either not talking or the loudest one in the room. I haven't figured this little boy out yet.
Next came another girl. Surprise, surprise! Well my dad was. He wanted all boys. So we gave Alex the boy name. Okay, its really Alexandria Alise, she is 12 and she is the whiner. She wants this, she wants that, she's bored, she's hungry, she wants a cell phone, she wants facebook, she wants, she wants, and she wants. Personally, I think she needs a muzzle so she will shut the front door. Seriously, I think she has whined since she left my mothers virginia. She is the perfect example of a pre-teen a-hole.
Sydney Ellen, is the last and final egg to hatch. She is 10 years old and wants to be a vet. She has already declared she is an Animal Rights Activists. My mom found a flier one day about her starting a club in our upstairs gameroom with our address and telephone number. They are just mistreated animals for crying out loud. Bless her heart, she is gonna change the world someday.
I know it was hard, but I think you summed up everyone quite well!
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