I was recently reading a Ruminations by Aaron Karo where he proposes: "Instead of writing a post about how you've been too busy to update your blog, just delete your f****** blog." Which made me cringe, and not because his use of the f-word offended my delicate sensibilities. Sometimes I've been busy actually doing things, like hosting out-of-town guests or going to the park. But more often, I've been busy just surviving -- yes, my boring old familiar tune. Surviving on very little sleep, surviving four very small children with a very large amount of needs. During what minuscule free time I do have, I only have enough energy for the most mindless activities (thank goodness for Bachelor Pad season 3). I think Mr. Karo has a good point, but I do plan on sputtering along the best I can in my little corner of the blogosphere. I hope you'll bear with me!
So how are things? I'm hanging in there. Honestly, this summer kicked my butt. I knew it would, but until it actually WAS kicking my butt, I didn't realize how tough it would really be. I need to write more about this, definitely. Soon. Hopefully.
The days of just surviving were punctuated by two very special visits. My grandparents flew in for 9 days in July to meet the baby and spend time with all the boys. And DH's parents and sister flew in for a week in August for the same reason. I get so spoiled when we have people visit! Now we are looking forward to my Aunt Diane's trip next month, then we'll get to catch up with a good friend of mine of 27 years (and meet her son!) who is coming to Seattle on a business trip with her husband, and then DH's brother and his new girlfriend will be staying with us around Halloween.
More substance on the way as soon as I can manage. But now I have several months of pictures to unload. Enjoy!
|Great-Grandma Flo meets the baby!|
|Great-Grandpa Frank teaches Bean to bat.|
|The Point Defiance Zoo|
|Great-Grandma is a babywearing natural.|
|There is nothing more adorable than baby jeans.|
|This pretty much sums up my life.|
|Fox Hollow Farm in Issaquah|
|The first time Bean wrote his name!|
|Grandpa Bill meets the baby.|
|And Grandma Chris, too!|
|And Aunt Hannah!|
|Grandpa Bill creates his own new carry.|
|Children's Museum of Tacoma|
|Bean's first day of preschool (the last year of preschool -- sob!)|