Hodgepodge

Poor Mackenzie got rained on last night. The water dripped through the patio roof right on her head. In the wee hours, she had to push her cot beside Bronwyn's to get some relief. And she was covered in mosquito bites from her hands to her elbows. She must have left them exposed. The funny thing is that hardly anyone feels itchy from their bites. It's just the initial sting that's bothersome. Well, having skeeters go in our ears and up our noses is not a bowl of cherries, either.

I neglected to mention an event that stirred up some excitement the other day. We were sitting in the trailer when we heard a stream of emergency vehicles whizzing by. The kids ran outside, and yelled, "MOM! SMOKE!" I went out for a look. There was smoke billowing above the houses a couple of streets away. The kids wanted to investigate. The road was barricaded but we saw a house completely charred by fire. It was utterly ruined. The next day, the remnants had already been removed and only a bare lot remained. What an impact that must have, not only on the family, but the entire community.

The two little ones are in a healing crisis. Evangeline wasn't feeling too good last night, probably from the kiwi she ate last night. They just don't agree with her, and one of these days I am going to remember. But I'm pretty sure after the clean-up Keegan did last night, he will never let me forget again. Estelle started coughing last night, too. Hopefully it's not a cough like Ezra and Evangeline had on the trip up. In the van, they coughed, spluttered, and gagged to the point that we had to give Ezra Kurt's Starbucks travel mug to use as a spittoon. They're finally getting over it with a regimen of chiropractic care, vitamins, and some good Arctic air, but it lasted well over a month. But to quote my favorite quote from Don Quixote, (which I just finished!), that's just 'tarts and gingerbread." Life is still pretty goood and laid back around here.