Summer days

A big hello to all! I hope everyone is doing well. I hope I can get a chance to get around to every one's blog and get caught up again. I will most likely continue to be hit and miss for a while. I hope you will not forget about me!

For the past month, we have all been staying busy with work, play, funerals, sickness, helping people shingle and all the other wonderful things life brings us. We are still having plenty of laughs and keeping our sanity. Life is always interesting.

Being surrounded by men, I have become somewhat of an expert on their ways. For instance... We all know that by the time a man reaches adulthood, he has developed selective hearing syndrome. While a boy is still pre-teen, you may notice signs of the syndrome starting to take effect. If your pre-teen boy says huh or what, after everything you say, then your boy is well on his way to joining the ranks of his forefathers. Those huh's and what's are the practice that leads up to the nods and yes dears. Okay, so you say you all ready knew all this. But did you know, that your precious little toddler is also in the early stages of selective hearing syndrome? Of course you did. That is why when you are telling your adorable little toddler how it is or something he doesn't want to hear, he just covers his ears with his hands. He does this, because he has not yet learned that this will generally make a woman more angry. All though, when your still an adorable toddler, you may get away with it more often.

Another manly wonder I have become accustom to, is their ability to regress back into a small child whenever they become sick. I know all you woman are saying "uh-hu". Men, stop denying, you know you do. Woman on the other hand, can never be sick. And if they are, they better get out their super hero cape. A house can not function with out mom.

This past week, my wonderful toddler so graciously shared his cold with me. The night before we were going to head to Menards, I had a hard time sleeping. I was so plugged up, that I slept on the couch so I could prop myself up. My loving husband was concerned and thought perhaps we should not go to Menards the next day. I told him we were going because we had been planning it for so long. We were also going to meet Tanner's mom so he could visit her for a couple weeks. So the next day, we headed to sioux falls. I popped a couple of cold pills in the hopes of feeling better. I did for an hour or so. Then it just hit me. I don't know how long we were in that store. I thought I was going to die. I had a major headache, the chills, and no energy. I just wanted to go home or sit down, but I felt guilty, so I somehow managed to keep my feet moving. Very slowly.

After an eternity of torture, we were heading home. I made Al drive, which should be a neon sign as to just how sick I was. (If you have never rode with him, I certainly wouldn't recommend it.) Once home, I got out my big comforter and laid on the couch. Colter used me as a jungle gym, but I didn't really care. I just wanted to stay there and melt into the couch. Colter managed to figure out how to put his finger in his throat and gag himself. Why he thought it was funny, I'll never know. I tried to deter him by telling him no, but I was to weak to grab his hand away from his mouth. He continued to do it, until he threw up all over me and my blanket. Fantastic. It took all I could muster to get my blanket to the wash, get him to bed and find myself a new blanket. By the time Al came back into the house, I was a pile of mush and just didn't want to move. He tried to get me to go to bed, but I was not going any where. Al then kindly told me how great I looked and thought perhaps I should go to the hospital. I was obviously dying. Mom's are never sick like that. I tried to assure him that I was going to live.

I am still fighting this nasty cold, but I can at least function again. So, I guess life is back to normal. I don't know when I will find time to post again. Hope everyone is enjoying their summers!