That pretty much captures it. If this were a photo blog, I would click “publish” and know that my descriptive work was done. Unfortunately, this is not a photo blog.
It rained. A lot. The boys and I were mostly trapped in the house and Toad was mostly trapped at the hospital. This was a call weekend. Quite a misleading term actually. “Call” weekend makes it sound both benign and brief. It should be called a “working twelve days straight” weekend, making it NOT a weekend at all.
When we weren’t bemoaning the work and weather situations, we were managing a little happiness. Small amounts. Bean has discovered clapping and he can’t get enough of it. If the action stops for a moment, the boy starts clapping. Of course, we love it. How could we not? Toad is charting some new territory in her department using a technique that involves ice balls. Hearing her use the words “ice” and “balls” in conjunction with one another and with great seriousness makes me laugh. I’m always happy when she can both bring home the bacon AND make me laugh about it. I have been trying out new recipes and inviting myself into other people’s book clubs.
Here’s to sun in the forecast!