Time Out for Fun

This is our annual week at the beach. Years ago when we first came down, our family fit into a small cottage. Now we rent more than one house as the kids are having kids and everyone comes with us. Our oldest grandchild is 15 and our youngest grandkids are due in July and November. It may be sunny or rainy and the water could be perfect or full of jelly fish. It doesn't matter when we have our week together. I haven't had many pleasures better than watching this family that God put together, playing and loving each other.

This is Layla who decided she LOVES the ocean this year.

Little Tick - Big Mark

David has been laying around wrapped up in a blanket since Tuesday morning. He never lays around- ever. He's been running a temperature of 101-102 and we thought he had some kind of viral thing until yesterday when my husband spotted this "bulls-eye" on his back. They headed straight to the doctor and she agreed it was Lyme's Disease! It's fairly common around here (as are deer) but I've never seen such a tell-tale mark.
Apparently the antibiotics should bring a full recovery at this stage.

Come Here LIttle Doggy

Witt, our little puppy, is adorable and sweet.

But he is a puppy and puppies have issues.

House training issues for one.
I'd actually rather find his poops the second day as they are nice and dried up and don't smell any more.

And he chews everything. Barbie now has one good hand and the other....a stump. Everyone's flip flops are destroyed around the edges and Polly Pocket has to buy a whole new wardrobe.

This is his latest Killing Field. The dead monkey in the foreground has it's white cotton brains spattered everywhere. (Witt actually threw up a ball of monkey brains yesterday.) The glasses once belonged to one of us. The other objects are too badly decomposed to be identified.

Nice thing about puppies over babies is that when you get annoyed enough you can shut them up in their kennel. (If you can catch them)

Ghetto Today - Gone Tomorrow

There's a new trend in the country apparently, for young couples to abandon the suburbs and move back to the city. Forecasters who study population migration, are even predicting that the once lauded suburbs will fall in such disfavor that they will become the next low income area. They talk about the mini-mansion homes being carved up into apartments and falling into disarray.
Our daughter Kara, always a front runner, has sold her home in the suburbs of Maryland and bought a row house in down town Baltimore.
When I grew up in Maryland, her area of Baltimore was the ghetto, but little by little, street by street, these young people are claiming it back. They can afford to get into the long narrow row houses and then they get to work. Kara and Nate have already started the transformation and we're excited for them.
We went down for a visit and enjoyed walking the streets and seeing the city life. She has a beautiful park 2 blocks down from her house complete with playground, pool and tennis. They can walk to the Inner Harbor and tons of restaurants.
City life isn't for everyone but they make it look fun!

Always the Baby

In a family that does foster care, it's sometimes hard to know your role in the family. One day you may be the oldest daughter and the next you become a middle child. A few years ago, of the nine kids living here, we had 4 that were the "baby" of their biological families. You have to work hard to stay at the bottom of that heap!
Despite all the comings and goings, Grace has remained fixed in her sibling order. She was only a few months old when she came to us and some how managed to reign as "king" of the baby of the family.
So this week when we celebrated her 15th birthday, it was shocking to see all her very teen age friends playing in the pool.
If the baby is growing up, does it mean that dinners for two are around the corner?

It's Almost Time

We have gotten the official word that our two youngest will be returning to their biological mom in the next few weeks. They've been here almost a year and we've worked closely with mom to reunite this family. We almost never see the parents make the changes necessary to have their kids returned, so it's a rare treat to have this outcome.
There will be so less work when they go home...no toys to pick up....no baby-sitting...no one up at the crack of dawn....no diapers.
We figured out that you have to love the kids full out while they're here, letting them into every crack of your heart, even though the eventual separation may hurt. Just like ripping a band aid off your arm, hair and all, the healing is underneath for the kids.
God assured me a long time ago that He would take over when we handed the kids off.
But my heart is ripping a little around the edges this time.

It's Fine Mom, Don't Worry

The temperature here has been in the high 90's and we've had some freak storms roll through the last few days. Storms with high winds and a few twisters. There are trees down everywhere, including our yard.
Now why James thinks that it's a good idea to give David a chain saw and a ladder to cut the trees down, I can't imagine.
I stayed with him while he worked. He thought I wanted to talk, but really I just wanted to be with him if he sawed himself in half and to make sure he still loved Jesus right before he died.
He didn't. (Saw himself in half.)