The kids and I headed back to my hometown for a nice visit. We had lists of things to return with (ne'r a trip past Bowling Green or Glasgow without stopping for buckets upons buckets of ice cream and blocks upon blocks of cheese). The van was loaded w/ coolers needless to say. We arrived and found my dad out in the field on his tractor. He was bush-hogging, if my memory serves me correct. I wish I had taken pictures of him. He is the quintessential country poppa. He had on his well-worn straw hat, was shirtless, and chugged along at a snail's pace, as happy as could be. Grace always squeals like a pig when we arrive in Monticello...well this visist she really squealed 'cuz she awoke when I honked the horn as a polite summons to open the gate please! The gate slowly drew opened. I watched in my rear-view mirror as it closed behind me. I felt safe and secure and knew...as it thudded shut...there is NO PLACE like home.
This trip home was an especially special one because we were there to celebrate and attend my dad's deacon ordination. Three years ago, to the very day, my dad transformed his life into a life of sobriety. To.the.day. July 25. Tell me God isn't into details! He numbers our days. Oh, yes he does. My mom knelt down on her knees as they prayed daddy in. The deacons layed their hands on him...and I know from how full my heart was...God was happy. He said "welcome home, son."
That afternoon, Dad, Grace, and I headed to the waterpark in Somerset. My brother and Amanda and the girls were there as well. We enjoyed a hot Sunday evening and stayed very busy keeping up w/ Grace and Isabelle. Thankfully Grace was in a very, very bright pink suit...she was easy to spot. At first, she was not comfortable playing in the water but by the end of the evening, she ran circles around and up and down the kiddie area, up and down the slides.
Unfortunately Noah John got sick and had a fever nearly the whole time we were there. Lucky for him, nobody plays nurse any better than his Nonna. :) We thought he had an ear infection, as was suspected by my good friend and nurse prac Sarah. (Sidenote: We rarely ever, ever, ever go home without a trip or a call to Sarah! Seriously! And that is saying a lot, because thankfully, my kids are pretty healthy!) When we returned, I had to work the next morning and my mother in law pointed out a rash on Noah's back. Sure enough, it spread all over his trunk, and was indicative of an allergic reaction to the antibiotic. So...we stopped the med and he slowly got better (his fever had subsided a few days prior). We don't know for sure if he had an allergic reaction so the next time he's sick, guess what doc suggests, giving him the same med again to see if he reacts again. Sounds cruel ... sheesh. Of course I'll be all over him like a duck on a june bug, just to make sure he doesn't have any respiratory problems in the case it is an allergy!
Over the last 2 months, Noah John has stolen my heart. It's true that I fell in love the first moment I saw his pink chubby self! But this stage he's in here recently, has completely made me swoon. He is just so...well, sweet. And he has a little mischief in his blood that he seems to enjoy. It's hard to put into words. He loves to be silly and to laugh...as well as make others laugh. He is a really fun baby boy and I'm going to have to go now because he has been awake for awhile!!! Haha.
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