At this point, I don’t even know what day of the week it is.  The past few weeks have been a blur of illness and chaos around here. I also lost a friend to ovarian cancer last week, and I have been having a difficult time wrapping my head around how unfair life can be. She had two small children. Its just not fair. Everyone around here was finally feeling better, as I believe I said in my last post, and we even spent some time at a local fair.  This fair always signifies the end of summer around here.  Even though we were bummed about summer being over, we were excited for school to start back up and we were looking forward to having everyone get back in a new routine.

Taylor and I had an at-home spa day where we washed and conditioned her long curly hair and put the perfect purple sparkly nail polish on her fingers and toes.  We spent a lot of time enjoying the beautiful weather and having some outdoor playtime.

Todd decided to take a few days off from work so he could do all of the fun dad stuff and go to orientation with us and meet Taylor’s teachers and new friends.  He was also planning on coming with us to drop her off for her long-anticipated first day of school.  Orientation went very well.  Taylor loved her teachers, classroom, and new friends. As luck, or crazy-ass summer germs would have it though, Taylor had a fever of 104 and missed her first day of school today!  She will be out at least for tomorrow as well. This poor girl was so bummed out, but her teachers said she wasn’t the only one out, and that they would be sure to make her first day special, whenever it was! Thankfully, Tylenol and Motrin have kept her comfortable for most of the day, but we are still really upset that she is even sick to begin with. She is enjoying extra cuddle time and long bubble baths until she is back in action.  Our real back to school sign will have to wait, but this sign with her in bed is pretty great.  My poor girl.

Also, even though a bunch of you have read this part already, I need to share it here so my boys and their future spouses can one day read it. During a diaper change today, Jackson grabbed a handful of his testicles and said “Catch, Mama!” as he tried to throw them to me.  I guess I am still not used to being a boy-mom too and my fellow boy mom friends tell me it only gets crazier from here on out.