I’ve been kind of bummed this week because there
is so much going on, but I’m kind of trapped in the house.
Right now my entire family is on the way to SC to see Joyce
graduate from Clemson tomorrow (go Joyce!!), but I couldn’t
figure out a way to get down their myself. And Jim & Julie
had little Molly the other day and I just want to jump in the
car and go visit them, but I can’t do that either. My practical
husband says they need some time to settle in to their new life
anyway, but I say bah! And my two year old girl didn’t work
out, so it’s just my kids and our new 3mo old friend this week.
The babies are happy enough, but Lex is bored, bored, bored.
We’ve been doing a lot of baking this week, because that’s the
only project he seems to enjoy. Baking and block building. And
reading, reading, reading.

Anyway, the point of my subject line is that
sometimes I think plans were meant to be for whatever reason.
The day after I really wanted to go visit baby Molly, Lex woke
up with a very runny nose. And today, when I really wanted to
be driving to SC with the family, I ended up taking Eve to the
doctor for an ear infection diagnosis. The poor girl is none
too pleased with things today. Thanks goodness for Infants’
Tylenol! She’s actually
on the floor behind me right now, fussing, and (first time!!)
pulling herself up on the futon! In both cases I
think it was good that I was where I was and not where I wanted
to be.

So life goes on and we’ll get
through. We’ll see our lovely Clemson alumna (?) next week and
baby Molly soon enough. And we’ll figure out our days so Lex
doesn’t drive me too crazy with his boredom. Hopefully we can
get another toddler or two soon. Hopefully Eve’s ear infection
passes quickly so she can return to her usual happy, mellow
self. And on that note, I’m going to go snuggle and get
settled, ’cause I think her and I are in for a long
night.