~ Capturing the context of contentment in everyday life ~
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My sister-in-law found herself sitting on a runway in Oklahoma City when her flight to another city was diverted there to refuel because of storms. She texted us: “How far are you from here?” and when we offered to pick her up, she talked the flight attendants into rolling up a set of stairs, and she just hopped off the plane right there on the tarmac. How cool is that?
(No, I’m not nostalgic at all for pre-kid air travel. Why do you ask?)
And how fortunate for us — we don’t often have family just drop by with an hour’s notice. We could get used to it!
The kids are always ready to cooperate for a spontaneous family photo.
Habou sent Pippo a big book about insects, which he has been poring over in ever such comfortable positions. He’s also been plying me with interesting facts about wasps and scorpions. (And goodness knows I love talking about bugs, especially scorpions. Thanks, Habou.)
I asked my handsome assistant to step in to provide some scale for this massive tomato plant growing in our kitchen box, because it’s proving very difficult to capture its size on camera. But it’s just one plant! The ones we planted in the actual garden got rather drowned in the flooding and are now only about a foot tall. But this one, which we unceremoniously plopped into the dirt, has turned into quite the monster.
I’m still hoping it might bear fruit for us, though so far no luck. Lots of blossoms, but they don’t seem to be amounting to much. I wonder if it’s just too hot? It seems otherwise happy, obviously.
(She’s trying to decide here what she thinks about firecrackers.)
We managed to make it through four and a half years of parenting without having to take a kid to the emergency room or urgent care, but our streak is emphatically over. In the last month, we’ve had a dislocated shoulder, a possible concussion, and a broken foot. To top it off, (and I’m sure this has nothing to do with all the time we’ve spent in doctors’ offices in the last few weeks) we’ve managed to pick up what the doctor told me is one case of strep throat and one of hand, foot, and mouth disease.
It’s been quite a run. But I’d be ok if this were our last hurrah.