Ah week 8.... Mid July.... The height of summer....
And someone has strep throat.
If you can do have to do this to your hair, its time for a hair cut.
A week had passed (already) and it was time for Holly's stitches to come out. We went in fearing the worst, thinking she was going to have to be sedated to get those bad boys out but we didn't. She fought hard to get away, crying, screaming a little even but then went silent. Maybe it was to compose herself, maybe it was to assess her situation and find a new way out, but no one was prepared for what she next. In a very calm and pitiful voice, she quietly said, "Please let me go." Oh the heartstrings.....
After the torture was done, I offered to make or buy anything Holly wanted for breakfast. I offered McDonalds, pancakes, waffles, buy her a box of cereal that is hers alone, and, of course, I mentioned donuts. Every option was denied but she said
"Maybe dems like donuts too."
So we bought all the nurses and doctors donuts for breakfast instead.
Bree and I made candles this week.
And got them those haircuts I mentioned.
We had a water balloon fight.
Did a little landscaping tidying up that had been missed thus far.
Spent more time in the neighbor's pool.
And introduced the children to a must watch every summer flick.
Holly had her first pediatric dentist appointment. Although she was a complete wreck, the staff there are amazing and were incredibly patient with her. Here's to hoping the second appointment will be easier for her and them too.
This week was one of those times where I thought there was something wrong in my brain. All evening I kept hearing noises coming from the garage but when I poked my head out there, nothing. Silence. Then a little wile later more noises. This continue into the next afternoon but NOW... there is a Robin constantly dive bombing at the garage. What is going on?! Then I found it. Or him. Or her!
This baby robin had made its way into my garage and was trapped. Even after I set him free, he made his way back across the yard and into the garage again. Eventually baby and mama were reunited and took off, never to be seen again.
Bree has discovered the joy of tracing the bodies of any willing victim.
What else are you supposed to do when its hot outside but mom won't let you play inside the house any longer?
You go play Sorry in the camper that just so happens to be plugged in with AC running while Mom sits outside melting in the THIRD garage sale of the summer.
Then it is the weekend again and, you guessed it, its time to go camping!
Only this time, mama packs everyone else up and says "See ya!"...
For a weekend alone at home to do back to school shopping, crafting, and catching up on everything else that has been neglected for the previous 8 weeks.
