It's been too long, I know. Can't promise I'll be better. Just so very, very busy.
busy, but happy.
Here's what you want to see anyway, the good looking people:
More good looking people:
My neice Katie and her husband Jeff, who came out to visit while Jeff interviewed at Pitt Med. How much do I want them to move here? A lot.
These lovely peeps entertained our children for 3 days while I sat on the couch eating, sleeping, drooling, etc.
They also may have experienced what my family calls "Evil Sleep-Kate," a persona I take on when I fall asleep before everyone else and then get awakened suddenly. Involves loud voice, confusion, reprimanding, occasional throwing of pillows. I am so ashamed. . .
And in case you're interested, my recent thoughts:
Caleb is on week 5 of surgery right now. I see him for minutes a day. That is dumb. But those minutes are really nice. He provides me with his daily anecdotes just before heading to bed. Best yet: the crochety surgeon who stood up for him, mid-surgery, when the scrub tech called him "Kah-leeb," by shouting, "It's CALEB! Don't you read the damn bible?"
Malan going to school has been a real beating for me. Four weeks in and I think I'm almost handling it. It was rough on her, too. We're tight, people! But she's a superstar and wakes up most days now really excited to go, which means I can be good with it, too. Why didn't anyone tell me it would be so tough? I mean it, I want answers.
Jane has taken to getting herself nose to nose with every adult she comes in contact with- including teachers, parents, and my friends- taking their faces in her hands, and saying with awe-struck sincerity, "You're beautiful!" Never fails to get a positive response.
Olivia thinks we share a liver. She codes if she is detached from my lap or hip for more than a few minutes during waking hours. Good thing she's stinking adorable.
Well, there you go. Thanks for keeping us posted even when I fail to reciprocate, it means a lot.
busy, but happy.
Here's what you want to see anyway, the good looking people:
My neice Katie and her husband Jeff, who came out to visit while Jeff interviewed at Pitt Med. How much do I want them to move here? A lot.
These lovely peeps entertained our children for 3 days while I sat on the couch eating, sleeping, drooling, etc.
They also may have experienced what my family calls "Evil Sleep-Kate," a persona I take on when I fall asleep before everyone else and then get awakened suddenly. Involves loud voice, confusion, reprimanding, occasional throwing of pillows. I am so ashamed. . .
And in case you're interested, my recent thoughts:
Caleb is on week 5 of surgery right now. I see him for minutes a day. That is dumb. But those minutes are really nice. He provides me with his daily anecdotes just before heading to bed. Best yet: the crochety surgeon who stood up for him, mid-surgery, when the scrub tech called him "Kah-leeb," by shouting, "It's CALEB! Don't you read the damn bible?"
Malan going to school has been a real beating for me. Four weeks in and I think I'm almost handling it. It was rough on her, too. We're tight, people! But she's a superstar and wakes up most days now really excited to go, which means I can be good with it, too. Why didn't anyone tell me it would be so tough? I mean it, I want answers.
Jane has taken to getting herself nose to nose with every adult she comes in contact with- including teachers, parents, and my friends- taking their faces in her hands, and saying with awe-struck sincerity, "You're beautiful!" Never fails to get a positive response.
Olivia thinks we share a liver. She codes if she is detached from my lap or hip for more than a few minutes during waking hours. Good thing she's stinking adorable.
Well, there you go. Thanks for keeping us posted even when I fail to reciprocate, it means a lot.
