Recovering

No, Owen wasn't the one sick. It was Jim. He's better now, so no need to go into too much detail, except to say that it was a long, frustrating week of being diagnosed with five very different things. The last diagnosis, and the one they stuck with was pneumonia. He is out of the hospital now, and we're all feeling better. The picture of Owen was him pretending to be sick so he could snuggle with Daddy. I spared Jim and didn't take a picture of him in his time of sickness.

Let me just say, the whole experience was frightening enough for me that I was having all sorts of panicked thoughts running across my mind. Not the least of which was "When exactly did having three small children seem like a good idea?" and "We said in Sickness and in Health, but no one ever mentioned being left alone with three small children, so don't you dare even think about it Mister!" You get the idea. I was scared. Unfortunately, my youngest has the uncanny ability to feel the emotions in a house and reflect them back times 10. So Owen has been a little...uhmmm...out of whack this week. Good news is that he seemed to do fine being babysat by a very kind friend and neighbor. It wasn't the way I'd planned to leave him with a sitter (aside from Grandma) the first time, but it went okay. But back at home, he has been a tantrum-y, hitting, yelling machine. Slightly reminiscent of his arrival a year ago, with perhaps a little more anger thrown in. I am hoping now that we are all back on track that this subsides. I do think the chaos and change in routines really affected the poor little guy. He is working real hard these days at expressing himself verbally, but I think this was too much for him to process. But we're all happy that Jim is home, and the countdown to the school year has officially begun!