Life around here has been crazier than usual, with lots of medical appointments (both human and canine) and regular school busyness. Charlie had a surgical procedure done over spring break and she was pitiful for a few days. This pic was taken as she was starting to come out of the sedation and she just wanted to sit in my lap. She especially didn't care for the "cone of shame" she had to wear for an eternity 10 days.
Poor baby. Over the next few days, as she started feeling better, we all bore scars on our legs from being attacked by the lampshade.
Tatum was finally released from activity restrictions with her knee! This is Dr B, the pediatric orthopedic surgeon whom we credit with saving it. He's very, very skilled in his profession and I'm a little intimidated by him, but Tatum thinks he's just a guy who looks at her knee every few weeks. She was tickled that they both chose to wear purple shirts on this day.
And this is Dr M, the infectious disease specialist. I felt compelled to sanitize my hands repeatedly every time we would visit his clinic because I'm more than a little germaphobic and the sign actually says "INFECTIOUS DISEASES" over the door, but he is as nice as can be and very warm and friendly. He was especially engaging with Tatum and made sure to tell her he was proud of her for completing her 3-month course of antibiotics because so many kids aren't consistent. He also was genuine with me when he said, "Don't take medicine and good health for granted. Not too long ago, this situation would have gone...differently." I know that all too well, and definitely don't take our family's health for granted. We're so very grateful for antibiotics, caring medical professionals and a God who heals.
Tatum immediately came home and ran to get her bike and helmet that have been stored in the garage since Christmas morning. It was like Christmas all over again!
Ava has enjoyed learning to play the french horn in band this year. I was skeptical about the large carrying case she had to lug back and forth from home, but she hasn't complained once. So proud of my big girl. I played the piano from 1st grade through 12 grade and it's something I still derive joy from, so it's rewarding to see a love for music being fostered in my kids as well.
I documented the blue pills that were such a big part of our family life for 12 weeks. Tatum had to take one of these 3 times a day from January 6 until April 13. She didn't miss a single one, even when I would forget to remind her. She had never swallowed a pill until she took the first one, either. Can you tell I'm impressed (and extremely glad to be done with it?)
There goes the last one!
Our church took a camping trip last weekend. There were glow sticks.
We fished. Don't let her look of disgust fool you. She played with her "pet" worm for a long time. Ick.
Tye getting everyone's fishing poles prepped.
Gentry was the only lucky fisherman to catch something. That fish lived to swim another day.
She hooks her own worms, but doesn't like to feel them "stiffen" when she does it, so this is her method:
Good cast, T Tot!
Ava got a fish on, but lost it as she was reeling in. So frustrating!
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