I have to much to tell you about. So many stories to relate, pictures to share, and ways to make you smile. I’d like to say that I don’t have the time, but that isn’t wholly true. Blogging is just not a priority right now. And it will be again, after I feel like I am back into a routine*.
In the meantime I wanted to share something that really touched me. I “met” Liz through the online gluten-free world. She’s the co-contributor to Kill.The.Gluten and I’ve sent some recipes their way, and used their site quite a bit.
I started following her other, personal, blog a while ago and find such comfort in much of what she writes. Sometimes, like in THIS post, it is like she reads my mind and then manages to eloquently write about it.
I had to share it with you. More on us later.
(*I am learning that even though I am so routine oriented I CAN be flexible!!)
Yesterday I got hit by a bus. Ok, not a real bus but a cold bus. And if you know me well you know that it takes a lot to get me to slow down and even more to stop. But if you’d come by here yesterday you would have seen me laying on the floor staring at the ceiling. You would have seen Will playing his second hour on the computer and Walker walking around with a marker drawing on any empty surface of his body.
So I finally called in the reserves. E was over here within 1/2 hour ready to relieve me. Phew.
Last night he even convinced me to take a Nyquil – then he locked our bedroom door and shut it for the night. I got six hours of uninterrupted sleep – and when I was interrupted it was by the stray cats in our complex who were having some sort of hoe-down in our backyard. And then, I rolled over and went back to sleep for another two hours.
But I must say, the best form of medicine that E gave me was this. Sent with a note encouraging me to feel better. And it has.
Like all packages from the fairy godmothers (aka Steph, Ali & Victoria) it arrived with a knock at our door. The boys, like trained puppies, know exactly what a knock like that means! They ran to the door squealing and about pummeled the postman trying to get to the box. They did manage to say thanks. The package was chock full of goodies – but the hit was the bouncy balls. I failed to take a picture – but they have provided plenty of entertainment around here with both W&W and their friends.
Saturday was our major Easter celebration as we headed to “The White House” of Glendora. Otherwise known as Granny Goosey’s house. She’d arranged a wonderful event filled with Easter egg dyeing, an egg roll, a spring picnic, and of course a killer Easter egg hunt.
We were joined by our Hatch cousins (who are also our neighbors and the boys best buddies), our Walker cousins (who were here from Utah- woot – woot!), Patti and Doug, Papa and KK, and Neal and Meleah. It was wonderful fun!
What egg roll would be complete without a roll down the hill!
(notice that Meleah is carrying Will’s bag. He delegated his work out.)
