First, V has developed a rash all over his body, that looks suspiciously like Chicken Pox, but which couldn’t be because the only children he’s been in contact with in the past month are all vaccinated children. Well, except for his cousins, and we know they don’t have chicken pox. So. Mystery there. I’m going to give him a bath in the upstairs tub tonight (instead of the downstairs one, which I had just recently cleaned and prepared for his exclusive use) and see if perhaps this is all caused by whatever cleaning product residue might be in the tub. Which is just a bizarre answer, but who knows. Any answer beats me giving in tomorrow and going to the Doctor to be told, “Oh, he has a rash.”
Second, yes, Joseph is home. Thank goodness all his family was here—people to fetch, carry, find, drive, watch, grill, wash, clean, and take one’s mind off all the emotional upheaval. It was a great visit, and the homecoming itself was awesome. I have pictures, someplace…under all the gear.
Third, as Joe mentioned, we’ll be going to a National Homeschooling Conference next week. Planning on piling even more books to our already-plentiful stash. I’m the first to admit. We have lots of books. We probably have too many books. There might not be a dumber thing for a military family to stock up on and haul from country to country. But. We have no motorcycle, no flat screen TV, no game system, no weight bench, no treadmill, no turkey fryer. The books stay.