I have no time to be here, yet being here and writing crosses my mind every single day. It's where I can talk about how fascinating my children are, regardless of how boring that is to some. It's still my favourite subject.
My last post here was June 29th, and it wasn't long after that when everyone began to get ill.
We've had more than our share of bad luck this summer. Liam led the way by coming down with pneumonia. Actually, both twins and Janne were sick with different levels of infection for about a month. Liam's lungs, Morgan's ears, Janne's throat. It was actually more like five weeks for Liam, and six weeks for Janne. I had a bit of something, but managed to fight it off in a few days. No one else was quite so lucky, and we were very worried about Liam. Both twins also had conjunctivitis, and those eye drops? A nightmare to administer. Surprised that either of my children want to be around me anymore after putting them through that.
I've never had pneumonia before in my life, so it came as a shock that, at the tender age of two, my son was diagnosed with it...and it was a pretty traumatic time. Getting meds into him proved to be very difficult, too, which worried us even more ("How are we going to get him better?")...and when your usually very active, happy, carefree two year old boy looks up at you as you're holding him, just before bed, with big, dark circles around his sad eyes, and he says, "I'm sick, Daddy." Well, it's just heartache personified.
The weather has - so far - also helped make for the worst summer I've experienced in southern Ontario in my ten years here. Just terrible.
Work has kept me busier than ever, and this month - as we get ready for September and the fall ratings period in my industry, which is considered the most important one of the year - it will start to get even busier. This may be the only post for another 44 days, I don't know.
I wanted to share these pictures, though, and remind you of the simple beauty of ...bubbles.
The shots were taken on a rare sunny day, and seeing the fascination and wonder in Liam's and Morgan's eyes as they chased down the bubbles made for a great time.
My attempt at photographic art.
Pure, unadulterated joy. Amazing to watch.
Morgan launches a few, and then stands back and admires her work.
If we were all surrounded by bubbles for a couple of hours a day, maybe we'd be a little happier, and treat each other with a little more kindness. Whenever any of the crap gets me down again, I think I'd better just pull out the Super Miracle Bubbles and wand, and let my cares melt away.
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True... if only ALL our problems could be bubbled away with a swing of the bubble wand.
Those kids are pure joy... glad they bring so much happiness to you and Janne's life. They are priceless.
One of the many things I admire about you, JB, is your ability to put everything into proper perspective, by reminding us of the simpler, most joyous things in life.
Better days ahead.
Well, said. Sometimes one has to stop and look at the bubbles. It's amazing how many wonderful things we do have in this life that sometimes get overlooked.
I love that first picture with bubble art - fabulous!
It really was an awful time - I'm so glad you're all better (why do I feel compelled to frantically knock wood?).
Re: the weather. Just think of this: it ain't snowing. That always perks me right up.
I hope everyone is back to good health and stays that way for a good long time. What an ordeal.And I'm sure the shitty weather hasn't helped anyone's psychological or physiological well-being this summer. Well, you're due for some great times now to balance out the few months
I was happily surprised to see that you were all actually coming back here to see if I was ever going to post again, so thanks for that...and thanks for the encouraging words.
Side note - All the pictures are Janne's. My only contribution to the first one (well - to all of them, really) is the cropping of the original image. I (selfishly?) felt I'd made it into something more artistic by what you don't see from the original (mostly fat old me, in this case). The expression put forth by Liam's hands, once cropped, was really why I wanted to include it.
You guys have had a very scary and stressful month with all the illness that was going on. I am so happy that everybody is well again.
I do remember blowing bubbles as a kid and doing the same with my daughters. The sheer joy of seeing the shapes and colours of the bubbles always amazes me.
Please stay kids at heart forever.
Bubbles lift and then land, all color and no heaviness. What a wonderful way to celebrate feeling better. (As a pneumonia frequent-flier, I shuddered for you all there. Thank you for the bubbles!)
Bubbles just never get old (or is it that we remember to be young?).
Glad to hear that you're all on the mend. Our DD had pneumonia when she was 5 and it was just as scary for us as for you. What I remember (oddly enough) is that the pharmacy was currently out of the meds in a liquid form so we tried the pill form for the first time. Well, that turned out well for DD, as she discovered that a pill was much easier to deal with and she was done with icky syrupy stuff!
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