Hey y'all -
After the hardest couple of months on record, our little gang is back together. Between my trips to LA and Vermont, and then your dad's two-week stint for the Naval Reserve, it feels so darn good to have everyone home again. In fact, we all went to the hardware store together last weekend on your dad's first day back, and it felt like a sawdust-scented vacation.
So it seems everything is back to normal around here. Laney's still into dressing herself and daring you to tell her she's made a fashion misstep. Rainbow hot pants and rain boots, Cinderella nightgown, etc.
Ella's health has been in decline, and she's been diagnosed with severe arthritis, but she can still rally to come inside if cheese grits are an option. We started her on some high-octane meds yesterday, and we're hoping they help with the inflammation. Every time Thor uses the word "Arthritis," I correct his pronunciation in my head to my paternal grandmother's preferred, "Arthur Itis."
Hagen's just like every other Burbach male I've met - only happy when he's building/fixing/doing something. Like washing dishes.
Yesterday, Thor got to work building a new safety rail for Hagen's bed so we can transition him over to the big kid bed and get rid of the crib. Hagen went into his room and got his own damn drill to speed things up.
In fact, Hagen's very favorite thing to do lately is to beat the ever-loving snot out of something with a blunt object and then declare "PIXED IT!" A few more swear words added to his vocabulary, and we'll send away for his contractor's license.
So that's all great and wonderful and makes life worth living. On the flip side of the coin, when the government shut down yesterday, your dad's job was shut down with it, so he's home and unemployed for the foreseeable future, until Congress gets its act together and he can return to work. On the downside, it's a financial hit we didn't anticipate. But on the upside, your dad is outside with you guys right now, teaching you how to install rain gutters. Bang, bang, bang, PIXED IT.
Love,
Mom
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