the rest of the week, a jumble

 Okay, these are some neglected points in the home here I intend to deal with this week:

 This room could take all day, honestly.  It's hard to know where to start.

But today, no problems--the kids hung out.  I worked.   It was all good.

 The dog napped on the back steps:

 She spun around on the swings:

Yesterday we went to a wedding. Kirby's old friend Kellie got married.  It was a beautiful wedding, a fun party, a wonderful occasion.  Kellie and Kirsten have been friends since they were about 8, I'd guess. They played softball together.  Kirsten was the pitcher. Kellie's dad was the coach.

When they were in elementary school, Kirsten would watch out the kitchen windows for when the school kids went outside for recess. Then she'd slam on her snowpants and boots and climb the fence and run up there for recess.  When recess was over, she'd run home again.  She did this for years before some random playground lady realized she wasn't actually a student at that school.

Then they said she couldn't come anymore. When I called, the principal said it was, "too big a risk."

??

What risk? To whom?  It's recess.

Kirsten did not pose a risk beyond any other kid on the playground, and we weren't not afraid of their students.

I had to call the MAYOR since this was joint shared playground equipment between the school and the city, have her pull the minutes from the meeting that outlined playground use.

So annoying.  Glad it's now.

Her husband is a friend of Joe's. That's how they met.  Kirsten's friend met Joe's friend and now they're married. 

Maria was home for the weekend, working, making those pizzas at her job.

Okay, this poor man is sick. We found out on Thursday he has mono, when he asked to be taken to Minute Clinic for a strep test. He does not have strep throat, just mono.

The swelling in his neck and throat was so miserable and concerning that I took him to urgent care on Saturday.  We'd read online that swollen tonsils could actually block breathing and his did not look good.

They looked disgusting, juicy, hanging with drainage.   and almost completely obscuring his throat.

When the doctor looked at his tonsils he said, "Eeew, ugh."  and offered prednisone.  Yeah, technically James' breathing wasn't obstructed at that moment, but, you know.

Okay, I'm a mother.  Start talking about obstructed breathing emergencies and that freaks me out.

See, look at his good color and happy attitude. He's breathing fine.

And that brings us to now, the end of Sunday night, or the beginning of Monday morning, depending.

In church this morning were four of my grandchildren I have been getting a little desperate for.   It felt  so good to wrap my arms around them and laugh.  Even Miss m.c. who is very grown up came back for a hug and I had the moment to whisper, "I love you." 

I made a little mouse out play doh for the baby, told him it was Pierre.  I rolled Pierre a fancy, long tail and attached it.  He smashed Pierre to bits.  Something about a play doh mouse named Pierre makes little kids want to crush, even one year olds who can't talk that much hate my sweet Pierre.

The house is peaceful.  James is feeling tremendously better than he did 48 hours ago, thanks to the miracle of steroids.

We'll figure out his lost homework and future plan tomorrow.

Everybody is okay.  Everything is okay.  Onward.  Whee, September is flying past. Grab on if you can.   love you all so, Val