a fun summer day
The 5yo was quiet all through Mass, as he sat reading a children’s bible. On the drive there and back home, however, his questions were nonstop and relentless. A sampling:
- are there more good angels than demons? (I think so.)
- why is “lb” the abbreviation for “pound”? (Anyone?)
- how much does this pickup weigh? (go ask your dad)
Today I got to have my first watermelon of the summer. It was delicious. I love watermelon. Generally, I’d say that genetically altering our food supply is a bad thing, but I’ll make an exception for seedless watermelon. Ingenious.

Hubby has been referring to me with such terms of endearment lately as “wide-load” and “big momma.” I can’t disagree with him, I feel huge. Although I am 10 lbs. (there’s that abbreviation again) lighter than I was with any of the boys. Regardless, we all went SWIMMING this afternoon at a friend’s pool, and the water felt amazing to be in. Nothing hurt or ached. Wonderful. Psychologically it’s on the stressful side being responsible for 3 tots who don’t know how to swim (and don’t even realize that they don’t know how) in a 5′ pool, but physically it was very relaxing. Perfect weather and several desserts as well.
We have many friends with husbands deployed in Iraq. 5 of the children there today had fathers in the middle of 15-month tours. I know that these families adjust, they have support systems, and some manage well and bravely, but there’s no doubt that they are making huge sacrifices for the people of Iraq. My 1yo clung to my hubby all day in the pool, giggling and having a blast. He didn’t want to come to me with daddy there to hold him. I can only pray that the servicemen come home safe and sound and ready to spend a lot of time playing with their kiddos. And I am constantly grateful to have my own soul-mate at home with us.
It was a fun, blessed summer day.



