A Post!

I'm almost giddy at the prospect.

Really.

So, why the long silence?

Well, there's been a ton going on-- some of it I can share now, some I can't talk about yet.

But I will soon.

Anyhow, a couple of weeks ago, Ryan -- who is almost never sick -- had a pretty bad case of "That Dreaded Vomiting Thing."

Thankfully, he recovered quickly (albeit seven pounds lighter)-- and (hurray!) neither the kids nor I came down with it.

But then -- right on the heels of said recovery -- I got "That Nasty Respiratory Thing."

Aches, pains, fever, wet cough-- you get the picture.

Still have the damn thing.

Evan, too.

And now, Joseph.

Sigh.

Friday night, he was in the 300s and spilling ketones.

Same thing yesterday, while playing "fall ball."

Double sigh...

So, what else has been going on?

Let's see, before all the illness hit there was lots -- and I mean LOTS -- of wrangling with the nurse at Joseph's new school (oh, the post that is coming... ) resulting in an ungodly amount of stress and:

Meetings with the nurse and Joseph's teachers, and an impromptu one-on-one with Joseph's endo;

Phone conversations with all of the above and the principal;

A number of insanely late nights on the laptop fleshing out the protocols for Joseph's care at school that were outlined in his 504 plan, but now apparently must be spelled out in ever more excruciating detail if I want my son to, say, NOT run in the 200s all day, every damn day of the school year.

Again-- oh, the post that is coming...

(No wonder I got sick.)

Okay.

Moving on...

As August came to a close, we discovered the reason Evan no longer enjoyed bike rides...


She wanted to pedal, too.

(Thus, our Burley has been officially retired.)

Yet another highlight-- I mentioned that Joseph is playing fall baseball.


Well people, my boy's pitching is still something to see.


Seriously.

And finally, as we were driving home early last week, me hacking and sneezing away -- one hand on the wheel, the other groping desperately for a tissue -- Joseph called out from the back seat:

"Mom, I really hope I don't get sick."

"Why's that, Bud?"

"Because I don't want to miss one day."

"One day? One day of what?"

"Of school," he said, laughing and shaking his head-- as if the answer were just that obvious.

Doesn't want to miss a day.

Of middle school.

Now it's my turn to shake my head and laugh.