A whole week has gone by with little of coherence to show for it on my part. I have a disjointed series of memories of things happening and people coming and going. Often with food :0)
Our church has provided several dinners for us this week. And my sister (a strep throat veteran) sent this:
My little Gunnar-bug, a tender and compassionate soul, leaves a note on my little Dry-Erase board every time he walks by:
Tuesday was kind of a "low" day. I was feeling sick. Kerry had a major deadline and had to work most of the day (he works from home, so he was still 'in charge'). It poured all day, so the kids got a LOT of "screen time" (computer and movie). At one point, Wyatt and Tate were playing Lego Star Wars and getting very frustrated. I overheard Wyatt, near tears,
That was all yooooooooooooooour faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaault!
You made me lose all my cooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiins!"
"Oooohhhhhhhh, I wish I could say a Bad Word right now!"