Mid July Frenzy

A whole week with no visitors and Eden asks me on the way home from church today, "When will more company come to our house?" I was thinking that I finally had the house back in some semblance of order and control, but I guess that only matters to me. They just love the people. So, who's coming next?! Will it be you? The guest room is clean and ready!

This week, the pastor had a full week of evening meetings and on Thursday, went to the church league trap shoot out at the fair grounds. Using one of my dad's shotguns, he nailed 10 out of 25 traps (Clay Pigeons for the Michiganders) flying through the air. I was thankful he got even one. Most importantly, he came back beaming and ready to go again next week.

Eden finished her final week of swim lessons, completing Level 1 beginner. I'm not sure she's mastered the doggy paddle, but at least she's a little more comfortable in the water unattached to anybody. I will miss going to the pool every day.

Lars is covered head to toe in mosquito bites. I am pretty sure he's allergic to them, as he climbed into our bed at 0130 after an evening in the yard with his eyes weepy and swollen and his cheeks all puffy. His legs were hot and red, with swollen bites bleeding all over the place. He slept fitfully and at 0400, I tromped to the medicine cupboard. Thankfully, I was too tired to read the back of the Benadryl box on dosage recommendations and just gave him what I thought would work. He slept peacefully and we repeated the process every 6 hours thereafter.

Since I can't put more bug spray on him b/c of all his open sores, he's been outside in 101 degree heat with long sleeves, blue jeans and socks & tennis shoes. Convincing him to use Neosporin or a band-aid is a tearful endeavor, and anti-itch cream is out too, so I skip that all together. I sneak in to his room when he's asleep and apply the ointment liberally, which has caused me to need to wash his bedsheets on a daily basis.

Elia is eating me out of skin and growing rapidly. She had her 2 month check up on Friday and was 11# 1 oz, a true horse compared to my other two at that age. She is below average on the height scale and above average on the weight scale, but the doc stopped shy of calling her short and fat. I think his words were, 'small in stature but chubby'. She's going to be her mother's child, no doubt. She took her shots like a true woman, crying for only a moment, then sleeping for the next 24 hours. Thank God for small favors.

Mommy is just that, a mommy all hours of the day and night. And the housekeeper, closet organizer, cook, the 'do you know where my (fill in the blank) is? And a wife when time permits. And quite enjoying it most of the time. I do hope, however, that the near future will bring me more patience and more hours in the day....