I’ve been sitting here for  a couple of days trying to figure out what to write.

I need to write something (anything) so I can push past the block.

Something witty (okay, I know that doesn’t really happen here)

or funny

or happy.

Anything that strays from the theme of last week.

There are things to write about, good things but I need time to sift through my thoughts,

and put them here.

It’s hard though when the girl is up and down – having slept for most of yesterday in,

what must seem to her,

like a gigantic swimming pool of a (my) bed.

Missing school (again – the truant officer must be ready to make a home visit soon) .

Recovering.

Covers right up under her chin, she slept and slept and slept.

She has the gammy  leg thing going on, which is bothering her still

and then she has started having these funny turns too -

where she pales and says she feels weird and shakes and wobbles.

I honestly don’t know what to make of them.

They come on quickly and go just as suddenly.

She woke bright and sunny this morning though

which gives me space to breathe

and think

and roll each thing through my mind,

hoping that something will stick and somehow make sense.

At the moment, I cannot make head nor tail of what is going on in that little body of hers.

Part of me doesn’t want to know

and the other part is hoping the problem will either show itself

or just relax (for goodness sake).

If only I could heed my own advice.

I thought I might put some photos up from this last week because much has happened

a concert or two:

(stealth photos only because of photography rules in the hall – probably one of the naughtier things I’ve done in my life)

That’s Ivy in the front, in the red top (the small one).

Noah, you can’t see, probably because he was too busy trying to chew the balloons off his wrists during the performance but for prosperity’s sake, he was in the row closest to the table.

some happy afternoons:

The  teenage boy turned another year older yesterday (“don’t make a big deal of it, okay. No soppy blog posts”)

Now I have three fifteen year old beings in my circle.

Hold me.

He asked for one thing only, which he received

and I think he was happy.

I mean really happy.

I may have lost him and our television to the PlayStation monster

but it’s kind of worth it just to see him smile.

I suppose, this is kind of a strange hybrid post.

A hello, I’m still here post

an update on Ivy post

and a birthday post.

A bit of this and that

and it’s all over the place, I know.

A bit like me at the moment, I think.

Life marches on without you when you are in the hospital

and I feel as though I am constantly playing catch up when we come home.

Post hospital coping is not one of my stronger traits.

Bare with me, okay?