Snapped this photo with my girl during dinner tonight, and couldn’t help, but think how grown up she is now.
Her humor, her sense of adventure, her helpfulness, and her ability to see the positive side of things…I hope she knows that no matter how old she gets, no matter how old **I** get, no matter where she goes in the world, I will always be happiest when she is around. Continue reading →
We are going to write under this picture in Junior’s baby book that he took out a two-year-old at the playground, and hurt his hand in the process. In reality, though, they gave him an IV after Martin brought the baby to the ER last Sunday morning because Junior’s cough did not sound right to me.
When it comes to the kids being sick, Martin and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on what to do about it. Some of our worst arguments have been a result of us butting heads over our kids’ health. He thinks I worry too much. I think he goes into denial that things can be that serious.
In this instance, when Martin went to bed, it wasn’t yet to that point. I, however, couldn’t fall asleep at all. Instead, I hovered over Junior like a moth, eventually just standing with him on my chest so he wouldn’t cough so much. Something just didn’t feel right to me, and I grew more anxious. Just as the sun began to rise over the horizon, I took Junior into the bathroom to run the hot water, hoping the steam would help his congestion. It got pretty warm in there, so I pulled off the baby’s onesie. That’s when I noticed the chest retractions. Continue reading →
Miss C is attending her middle school’s end-of-year formal dance this evening. It’s not Prom, but the girls wear fancy dresses and the boys wear suits and ties. Because we’re putting all the kids into German schools beginning this fall, this may be the only opportunity she experiences a formal dance, so we allowed her to ask an American friend from our village if he wants to come along as her date. Continue reading →
I came home from class this evening with only minutes to spare before Jaz’s bedtime.
Not only have I been working later, but when I *do* get home, I go straight to bed. I haven’t really seen or talked to my boy since Sunday. So, I was feeling pretty guilty when Martin sent him to me for a quick hug. Continue reading →