Maybe I could find a "pause" button some where....

I'm here and I'm busy and I'm learning that life just won't slow down. We had a wonderful time in Iowa with my family! Every day was full of visiting, laughing, hugging, and eating (always have to have that ). Days were busy nights were late and little boys realized a little bit more how loved they are near and far. (For a little peak into our days in Iowa you can check out my photo a day blog. Oh - and if you read a favorite blog of mine, "Life in the Parsonage", you may be interested in the kindness I showed to the author of that blog, photo documented here.) So then we got home and I thought I would get right back into the blogging thing. But that didn't exactly happen. Because life never slowed down enough. I finally got some opportunities, but puzzled over where to start... I could have told you about all of the wonderful times we had with family, or the ten hour trip home - but that could be a bit tedious to non family members. I could've started with telling you that an hour after we finally stepped foot into our wonderful home sweet home Dave left again to take K an hour east of us to the ER. Then I would have to tell you about him scaring us a bit with shaking, paleness, and a racing heart rate during the very last couple of hours on our trip home. Since he was perfectly fine by the time Dave had him signed in at the front desk of the ER - I figured I didn't need to spend too much time going into all of that (and yes mom he really is completely okay!). I could tell about how crazy the following day was since Dave and K didn't get back home until 4am and I couldn't sleep while they were away. -About how the suitcases from our trip laid on the kitchen floor untouched for a couple of days. -How I tried to get back into our "normal" routine and it took much longer than I had anticipated due to sleep deprivation. But really - that's all done and over now so why dwell on it? Perhaps a good blog post to get me back into a blogging routine should be about my crazy day Friday when I had to take K, once again, to the hospital an hour east of us - this time for a routine neurosurgeon appointment. -How awesome it was to hear that his shunt is working beautifully and that we don't have to return to see the neurosurgeon for a whole year! Upon hearing that good news and making it out of the maze that they called a "parking garage under construction", we returned home for a couple of hours. The afternoon was filled with check ups for Jay and Noe and then family time at a near by hot air balloon festival where we got rained on and never saw any hot air balloons due to weather. {Deep breath} That night I finally had a great opportunity for a full good night of sleep. You get one guess as to whether or not that happened... This baby had a thing or two against his momma getting in one good night of sleep I guess. Perhaps he wants me to be well into the practice of interrupted sleep so I will be ready for the long nights of feeding that await...He is already proving to be a little bit of an ornery child. I was up with contractions from 4am till 7am. I was kind of annoyed, kind of anxious, and still really tired. They finally stopped and I dug out the prescription my doctor had written me out a couple of weeks ago to calm things down in case contractions started up. Fortunately things have calmed down quite a bit (yes mom, I really am okay). The calendar is still quite full until the first weekend in August. After that it is empty. Dave and I have promised each other to KEEP IT THAT WAY until the baby is born. Well, it will not be empty but we will stick around here and try to keep things very low key. As I type this Dave is preparing for his much anticipated 5-days-in-the-wilderness-you-don't know-primitive-till-you-have-done-this "vacation" with 7 other guys from church. While the boys were being particularly out of control, utterly and completely naughty challenging one afternoon this week I thought for a split second that 5 days in the wilderness sounded sort of nice. Then I remembered the shovel Dave had just purchased. The one he had explained to me as being useful for some particular necessities involving relieving ones self. Yeah, that shovel. That's when I decided that five days of acting as a "single mom" to three very active boys while being 6 months pregnant with another would be quite do-able. Yes indeed. But I am still dreading the morning he leaves... So, I couldn't figure out what all to blog about, but I suppose this will do for now dontcha' think?