Depletion

I'm taking a few minutes to transfer a few photos from my phone to the computer (397 to be exact) and came across a photo worth posting.

Pop Quiz...
Question: who could possible fall absolutely sound asleep in a doctor's office at 11 in the morning with her sister sitting on the same bed and the door to the hospital room wide open?

Answer: two little girls with pneumonia, that's who.

Wow.  In the midst of our struggles, hard times often seem like an eternity and it feels like the end is nowhere in sight.  With three months of illness, and a miserably sick household, I remember thinking for days (weeks?) how miserable of a year this had shaped up to be.   But here we are, four months later, and just that quickly it's all a blur.  I totally forgot about our (evidently not-so-endless) bout with pneumonia, bronchitis, flu and (oh yeah) pink eye from January to March.  It's all just another reminder of our fine ability to take things for granted once the going gets good again.

Thank God for healthy children.  And thank God for the ups and downs, because without one we'd probably have zero appreciation for the other.

Six

I didn't blog about Justin's birthday last month... but he still had one anyway. Go figure. Our original plan was a zoo trip, and then it switched to a visit to one of those indoor parks with inflatable slides and whatnot.  And then he lost his mind and started asking for a house party:  Lots of friends, rental inflatables, cake, food... the whole shebang.  And that's when I started getting that look on my face... when I start gripping my forehead and rubbing my eyes, and sighing heavily in that these children are gonna kill me kind of way. Luckily Venesa was on the same page.  Jasmine had a party for her birthday this year... and that was cool and all... but three parties every year just isn't gonna cut it.  We need a rule or something.  Maybe big parties can be for birthday years that are divisible by five.  Oh wait... Jasmine was four.  Okay, um... let's flip a coin.  Heads we go to Chuck E. Cheese's.  Tails... we go to Chuck E. Cheese's.  Or... we can skip the coin toss and just head... to Chuck E. Cheese's. Of course Justin, in his typical whatever's best for the family laid back demeanor, was cool with whatever; and the party-planning headache was dodged this time around.

Chuck E. Cheese and the Colliers. Let the good times roll.

Simplicity

Simplicity trumps extravagant almost every time in our house, and Father's Day was no exception.  Less than 5 minutes from the house:  Family picnic, nature walk, rocking chairs, and grass stains.  Low stress, no cost, blue skies (and bug spray).  In the midst of what has turned out to be a very hectic summer (mostly thanks to my own not-so-bright idea of teaching a 5 hour course, 5 days a week), I don't think it could have gotten any better than that.  Fun times.  And a simple reminder of how awesome my life is.

Perspective regained.

Battery recharge complete.