Moving On

I've enjoyed my time blogging through Blogger.  But, I decided to make the jump to Wordpress.  Hopefully, you'll make the jump with me and maybe even bring some friends along with you.

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Life Happens - Part 3

Read about Part 1 here.  Read about Part 2 here.

The weekend of Camp Willow Run...

Once we were back in town, the entire family headed to the grocery store because we needed rations for the week.

At home, everything was unloaded and we got down to the business of emptying suitcases and washing clothes/towels/stuff and putting everything away.  A 1.5 day trip with two girls (ages 9 and 35) will result in an entire load of laundry with just the items that were taken and used on the trip.  I dread what this will be like in about 8 years when Jeb and Katie are able to go on this trip at the same time.  'Cause you know one or both of us (Mike, me) will end up as chaperones, right?  We all know this, even if we aren't admitting it right now.  Yes, dear, I'm talking to you :-)

As the evening rolls on, Abby comments that Katie feels warm.  What?  Really?  Nah.  That's just hyper-drama.  Or not.  Katie is running a temp, but she is actually totally normal.  And, cue the Motrin and Tylenol.

Katie slept the entire night without issue.  SCORE!  She seemed fine when she woke up.  No rash.  No redness.  No fever.  Can it really be that easy?  No, it can't.  Ever.

By evening, she is a fussy mess.  She doesn't want her bath.  She doesn't want to eat.  She's drooling like a rabid dog (nice visual, huh?).  As soon as the pediatrician opens on Tuesday morning, I'm on the phone.  They've got an appointment at the office closest to Abby's school.  With a PA that we all adore.  Yet, there's always a catch.  This time, the catch is that darned doctor's appointment I've rescheduled like a million times already.  IT is 20 minutes before Katie's appointment.  Thankfully, it is just up the street.  Did I mention the traffic.  Hooray for 440/Beltline traffic at 8am on a Tuesday morning.  Said no one.  Ever.

What to do?  We scatter like crazy and make sure that everyone is accounted for and at the right medical facility at the right time.  We rock this parenting thing.  (ha.  ha ha.  ha ha ha.)

Final result - Katie has hand, foot and mouth.  Bonus - we now have a diagnosis for Jeb beyond "virus."  The ugly truth - our littlest girl is in a lot of pain and discomfort.  Her little mouth is covered in ulcers (which explains the drool and avoidance of food and drink).  I get another doctor's appointment for Wednesday.

Wednesday rolls around.  We run the crazy out of the house dash again because getting everyone where they need to be with 3 kids is never easy-peasy.  Somehow, we manage.  Everyone survives and arrives.  Added bonus?  We get to do it all again Thursday.  Yep, another doctor's appointment.

Thursday get going just like all the other days this week.  Running late.  Traffic.  Forgotten items.  Such is life.  Well, at lease our lives.  I've heard tell of mythical families that have it all-together all of the time.  Thankfully, I haven't met them or they aren't willing to admit it face-to-face out of sheer fear of ___ (insert your own personal hell here).

So, the 5 people in my family have seen 6 doctors in the past 7 days.  And, with all of that, I'm thankful that we're all healthy or healing.  Because, for us, stressed = blessed.

Life Happens - Part 2

Read about Part 1 here.

The weekend of Camp Willow Run...

Did I mention I was able to get 90 minutes of luxurious sleep between Thursday evening and Friday morning?  I don't think I was even tired anymore.

The opportunity arose to ride along with a friend to camp instead of sitting on the bus with 10 giggly girls.  Did I jump at the chance?  You bet I did!

Once we arrived at camp, everyone got settled into their cabins/train cars.  Each cabin is a converted boxcar with an addition built on the back containing the shower, sinks and toilets.


Due to number limitations, I wasn't able to stay in the same cabin as Abby... one chaperone needed to stay with the 5th grade girls in a different cabin.  I knew Abby could hold her own without me there, so I agreed to make the shift.  Did I mention, there were only two 5th grade girls?  Two well-behaved and well-mannered 5th grade girls?  And, our Children's Minister?  Yes, I hit the jackpot on cabin assignments.  Really, I did.

You wanna see visible proof of the difference between boys and girls?  As the entire camp gathered for worship on Friday evening, I walked to the front of our group of kids.  Without saying a word to them, the girls gathered each other together and turned to smile for the camera.

The boys?  They could have totally cared less.

The camp was located in Littleton, NC, along Lake Gaston.  The area was beautiful and quiet.  And, without reliable cell service.  When we arrived, I had a fully charged phone.  When I woke up Saturday morning, I had a nearly dead phone.  But, for about 8 minutes, I had a signal.  I even got a voicemail.  I checked.  Mike and the kids were fine.  I called.  Jeb was still asleep, in his crib.  Katie had slept in (past 7am) and was up and ready to start the day.  Mike had gotten some sleep in his own bed.  All in all, a fabulous report.  Again, he reminded me not to worry.

Saturday wasn't a total wash out, but we definitely had more rain than not.  Luckily, the kids were able to enjoy some free time, sans the rain, during the afternoon.  And, enjoy it, they did!


God is good.  This is the beauty He shared with us on Sunday morning.

The ride back to Raleigh went by quickly.  Again, I was able to relax in the company of another mom.  (Admittedly, I've been spoiled.  I doubt that opportunity will arise during any future chaperone assignments.)  And, let me be totally honest.  Chaperoning was not what I expected.  It was better.  I had a great time watching the kids learn about God's love and learn how they can share God's love with others.  My favorite part was seeing that love come out in unexpected ways during the trip, from unexpected little people.

It was so good to see my family again.  Did I mention that I've been with Katie every night since she was born EXCEPT when Jeb was born?  She did great.  Jeb continued to make improvements and was back to his old happy/smiley/"talking" self again.

And then...Part 3.