Don't be shocked...

The bicker, banter and (whistle blow) violation-physical contact (shouldn't take much to guess who is fault here! c'mon think really, really hard!)

Segregated from the victim for quiet time.

Still milking it

And the make up hug. Jekyll and Hyde I tell ya.

G was pretty much like this all last Sunday (June 5). Such a nice touch of G charm to our

first calm day together since the pox hospital stay.

It went down like this:

Sunday, May 29-Wed,. June 1 Grayson in hospital for chicken pox (see previous post)

We got home after dinner and I intended to stay home to recover from the hospital stay and attend Triston's graduation luncheon. I still needed to get gifts for teachers, principal and school office manager. Can you say Hello Jewel-Osco at midnight!

Thursday, June 2 A emotional and wonderful couple of hours w just Triston to ourselves. He beamed with pride on stage. Then I returned to laundry while Charito and T headed our for haircuts and boy stuff.

Friday, June 3 Go back to work.

Saturday, June 3- Buy, Buy Baby and haircuts for Triston, Caden and I (It was actually very relaxing to be in that shop with our fav AC for couple of hours).

Where's Caden?

I am pretty sure this is his 3rd haircut by AC (and one by me that we will not talk about).

At Buy Buy Baby Triston fluttered those girlie eyelashes of his and mentioned (as he Vanna White's his way toward the Little Tikes section) "Wouldn't this be nice in our yard, Mom?". And thus began the decision to gussy up the yard for the summer. We will be creating an escape-like paradise in our own yard. We are gonna make the best of a vacation-less summer. The kids have already started enjoying themselves with the handful of beautiful days recently. Pics coming soon!

June 4th-a full week of work which leads us up to today and the most recent posts before this. I just had to vent about those first few days of June. It was one of those weeks in which I prepped myself for a non-chemo Monday on the 4th and actually had to look at the calendar to believe it was June. The days were a blur and the months switched off while we were in the hospital. It felt like a dream state of blurry days (and not the kinda dream you particularly want to be having on any night). I don't know where the days have gone. And I never really believe I will catch up. Resistance is futile!