Hurst Family News

Much of the weekend was spent painting my inlaws' house.  In the process the boys each managed to get paint on themselves and IN THEIR HAIR.  I wish I had taken pictures at the time but my card was full.  However because the paint was in their hair and it won't wash out...we had to cut it out.  Meaning that my baby is no longer a baby- he's a big boy with a big boy haircut.  He's a happy little squirt though. We came home from dropping brother bear off at Kindergarten and played on the swings.  (The baby swing is what Charlie got for his birthday.) Silly Landon fell off of his swing.  

Seeing as my last post was so cheery and I loved seeing it every time I open my blog (to see if anyone ELSE updated) I thought I'd save you guys the pain and write a new one.  But first an update: Things are still pretty much the same as before.  Busy with no nap in sight. Sean didn't go to the play meeting- and then had to turn down the director when he came over and practically begged.  Grateful for that.  I bet he is too actually because then he got sick.  Don't know what's wrong except that it's not appendicitis like the doctors thought it might be.  Good news for Sean's appendix.  We're hoping to have more answers next week after some tests.  Until then Sean is working from home.  Grateful he can.  His coworkers are getting a bit of a crash course on how the system works but things seem to be going ok so far.  There ARE silver linings.  Just hard to see them sometimes.   In other news: I made 1/2 of a d...

My freshman year in high school our English teacher had us "circle the wagons" occasionally and give our own state of the union address.  How are we? How's life at home? School? Friends? Other. It was a time to be open and reach out.  What was said in the room stayed in the room- as much as it ever does in high school.  I don't know that there were monumental things discussed.  I really don't remember.  But I do remember the catharsis that came from our sharing and not being judged or advised how to move forward.  Just a statement of where we were in that moment in time.  Probably one of the best things I took from Mrs. Warren's class.  And an introduction to John Steinbeck. So for today I'm feeling in a mood to have my own little State of the State (more local than state of the Union and not about my marriage) address.  To unload I suppose.  So how're things? Busy.  At times overwhelming.  My 3 year old, Landon is potty t...