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We spend a lot of time at the pool, which is great.  Wears them out and they love it.  I fantasize about how great it will be when they are all independent swimmers and I can read.

Duncan and his friend C. got the game balls last week for their team.  This was one of about 786 silly poses.  They are super cute friends, though. 

Finn has started tee ball.  Every day he thinks he has a game, and that Josh Hamilton is his coach.  He’s a slugger, though.  I see lots of baseball in our future…and a Yukon.

We had VBS last week!  Love VBS!  Wish I could have enjoyed the whole week.  I helped with preschool snacks again this year and we did some really fun stuff. 

My reason for missing most of VBS.  Claire was hospitalized for her asthma and walking pneumonia.  Really hit her hard and she was on oxygen for three days…probably could have justified a fourth but we begged to go home under close supervision. 

Did you know you get all the ice cream, popsicles, jello and chocolate milk you want when you are 3 and in the hospital???  Claire does.

After we were able to bring her home, our wonderful sister/in law who is a pediatric nurse practitioner, came to stay with her so Iain and I could go out…to a movie theater that serves cocktails.  Then to dinner and a hotel.  Whew.

The next morning, Father’s Day, we had brunch with no kids!  Fun!  Isn’t he good looking?

This week, we are doing swim lessons, which has been great.  We really do have three little swimmers.  They all love it.  Duncan is doing exceptionally well, and I see swim team in our future. 

More fun at the pool club.

Took the boys for summer cuts.  Wanted real mohawks but instead we ended up with some silly faux hock.  Mommy will fix that.  Finn is super excited to look like big brother, though.

One tee ball game, one baseball practice and two baseball games later.    It’s been a good week!

Dear Sweet Jesus,

Today is Day 1 of Week 3 of summer vacation.  I kind of lost a week because of the whole kid-in-the-hospital thing.  But today, Lord, I find myself with zero patience.  I am unable to tolerate the slightest infraction.  And that is going to make for a very long day. When I think of how many of those days it takes to make a week, and how many weeks we have until school starts, I get all kinds of worried.  So, I think I need a huge dose of patience.  Right now I feel like I can't unload the dishwasher without having to deal with the aftermath, be it Desitin smeared all over some porous surface, a fight, or every single pillow and blanket being dragged out of the closet.  And even seven year olds can't really fold up big blankets to put them back.  So, if I can't even unload the dishwasher, how am I supposed to take a shower?  Or eat lunch?  See, I get kind of panicked.

And kids fight.  Did you know that, Lord?  Did you know that when you blessed us with three of them?  I suppose even I knew, on some level.  I should have started praying back then, at that first sonogram, that I'd be better able to deal with the fighting.  Maybe you could show me how?  I know it wont go away, but if you could whisper in my ear a way for ME to deal with it, and how I should react to it so that I don't lose my sh%t, that would be helpful.  Because me yelling at them for yelling doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense.

I really want to enjoy them, Jesus.  I love them so and wanted them so deeply.  But I want to enjoy them AND be able to get some laundry done.

Amen,
Christie