A Day

These days are tough ones. It would be really easy to get lost in the sleepy exhaustion and forget just how lucky we are. I have more support and love around me than I know what to do with. My kids are healthy and happy and we have everything we could possibly need or want.

If you're a long time reader of this blog you know that Seth volunteers at the Muscular Dystrophy camp every summer. For many years he had the same camper named Jonathan. There is an age limit at camp and Jonathan "outgrew" it a few years ago. Seth still made an effort to be a part of Jonathan's life and they remained close. Today Jonathan passed away.

I need to tell you a little something about my husband. He's a joker. He likes to push people's buttons sometimes and be a smarty pants. But don't let him fool you. He's a bigger softy than any man I know...and a stronger one as well.

I have been sick pretty much off and on since I had Evie. I won't go into all the details, but the lack of sleep has made it hard for me to get better. Yesterday I kind of hit a breaking point and called Seth pretty much in hysterics asking him to come home for a little while. He promptly showed up, I took a shower, and all was well. He came home last night and gave Lila a bath as cheerful as could be. He ended up on the couch in the den sleeping with Evie next to him in her papasan chair (the only place she sleeps well right now) so that I could go to bed normally and sleep for a while.

Jonathan was not doing well for a while. This week things really went downhill. Seth left at 4 am one day earlier in the week and went down to Dublin where Jonathan is from to spend time with him. Needless to say, amidst my neediness, the loss of a dear friend, and actually doing his job Seth has been a rock. I am just so very lucky. But really, we all are.

Early yesterday morning I decided to randomly take pictures all day with my phone. I carry my phone everywhere because I have this fancy little app that I log Evie's feedings into. Anyway, I was realizing that being tired and frustrated needed to be overshadowed by the fun and fantastic moments of the day. This was my way of making sure that I didn't get caught up in the tough parts and take anything for granted..

We started with some art...

...followed by Lila decorating with puffy stickers while mommy fed the baby...

...followed by bath time for baby after a massive diaper blowout and barf-fest...

...followed by fun by the pool ;-)

(I'm pretty sure she's thinking "why on earth are we sitting out here sweating...I just got clean")