What a Whirlwind

We arrived home from vacation one week and two days ago. It seems as if it has been nonstop action since returning home. Judah finished his last dose of antibiotics for his double ear infection the day before returning home from NC and by Wednesday he was back on medicine for another double ear infection. He is scheduled to see the Ear Nose and Throat (ENT) specialist this coming Monday to talk about the possibility of needing tubes in his ears. Fortunately, he has had only one night of terrible sleep. Jonah had his first dental appointment yesterday to examine the tooth that he crushed on the concrete the week after we decided to only add dental insurance for David and I and not the boys. Jonah likes to say that his "tooth is dying" but the doctor seems to think it will be okay. However, he is quite concerned about his overbite and jaw structure and says Jonah will need braces at an early age, which is not a shock.

It seems like we hit the ground running once we returned from vacation. Work doesn't allow you to "ease" back into it and young kids don't really understand the concept of relaxing. Father's Day this past Sunday sort of snuck up on me. Father's Day came with a mixture of emotions just as Mother's day did this year. Father's Day fell the day after my mother-in-law (Karen) buried her father and the day after I helped throw a baby shower for Martha and Zoe Beth...a day of celebrating a life that was full but is no more and celebrating a life that is full of promise and just beginning. Father's Day also happened to be the first anniversary of my grandpa Saylor's death. So, remembering him and knowing that this adds a layers of emotions for my own father makes Father's Day bittersweet. We did have some nice moments with David on Sunday, I got to speak with my own dad on the phone, and we had ice cream and took a walk with David's dad and Danny's family.

All of the Smith boys and the one little princess.

Eric, Martha and Zoe at 7 weeks. She has actually more than doubled

her birth weight and is now 7 lbs 3 oz.

She still looks teeny tiny compared to Judah!

In my continued quest for simplicity, I am reminded that stress can make you lose sight of enjoying simplicity. Stress, in this instance, means the energy that I put towards chasing my tail and forgetting to just stop. The housework WILL get done, the work WILL be completed, the deadlines WILL be met...even when I decide to stop and rest and enjoy the moment...typically they will even get done with more joy and peace.