John Jr.

Tuesday I got a new baby cousin. My dad's brother, John, and his wife, Missy, had another baby ( number 4 ) and the baby was a boy. They have three girls, Harley, Riley, and Kinsley. For the Volckos you have to have three girls than you get a boy. For us it was Mackenzie, Sydney, me, and than Samuel. But before that my grandma had two boys, my dad and John. I guess later on it go switched up. My uncle John had always wanted a son. All through middle school he would draw pictures of the son he was going to have. Well as you can see his wish came true. John Jr. is having some breathing problems but they think it's caused by him coming early. But John, my uncle, also can early and had breathing problems too. But, as my grandma told me, she saw her grandma ( I think it was her grandma ) and her grandma told her that everything is fine, and later on he was fine. So hopefully John Jr. will have the same thing happen to him.

To Many People. Not Enough Space

At my dad's there is are seven kids and then our parents. We live in Bolivar witch I guess you could call it a small town. At my dad's house, witch isn't very big, we have three bedrooms, two bathrooms, living room, and a kitchen. In the master bedroom the four oldest girls sleep in there, Sydney, Abbi, me, and Alli. Then in another room there are the three youngest kids, Samuel, Hannah, and Hayden. Then the last room is my dad's and Traci's room. The rooms aren't that small but we make it work.

 

We all have our "own rooms". Our own rooms are our beds and our cubbies. My dad made us cubbies to put our stuff in, and he put in on the wall right above our beds. We can put anything in it that we want.

 

In my cubby I keep a book, a water bottle, my purse, a notebook, a coloring book, pens and pencils, Kleenex's, my glasses, and my phone.

 

The living room gets crowded, but no once is hardly ever in the living room in the same time so it usually isn't that crowded.

 

Wells that's all I really have to tell you about not having enough space. 

Rough Times

I would like to tell you what it's like to live with someone who has bipolar, which is a sickness. What makes it hard is that they don't understand that they are sick and need help.

My mom married the love of her life, Robert, and was the happiest she ever could be. He began to get these really bad headaches. He went to the hospital and got medicine, which helped for a little bit. Then he would always be tired and always sleep. Then that's when he started to get moody. He would get mad at the littlest of things. He got mad that my brother Samuel sat at in his chair at the table. Before all of that my mom asked him if he was going to eat and he said no and went back to sleep. He later came in and saw Samuel in his chair. He stormed upstairs and grabbed his gun and went outside. It scared all of us and he wouldn't tell us what he was doing. He sat in his car and stayed there for a long time. He later came in and was fine. Those kinds of moments happen anytime, all the time. There also night were I stayed up just listening to yelling because my mom was trying to tell him something and he would start yelling at her.

Last weekend I went to a festival with my mom, Back 40. It was a bluegrass festival and Robert was there. My mom later explained how hard it was for her to chose her kids or the love of her life. She told me she thought she found the one. She use to sing this song about a wife telling her husband goodbye but to both of them. Everyone ask her to sing that song but she can't anymore because its to close to home as she says.

I might not understand the pain my mom went through, but I could only imagine what it felt like.