It’s been tough to blog lately, simply because when I’m not working like a banshee, I’m squeezing in some summer fun.  I have pictures of the husband’s-side-of-the-family beach week, which occurred immediately after Craig’s baptism . . . then the my-side-of-the-family Fourth celebration, which was the week after that . . . and my kids’ Getting Spoilt For A Week At Grandma’s, which has been this past week and is just wrapping up  (the Professor has gone to pick them up today, so our little time of quiet is coming to an end).  But in order to spend any time at any of these events, I have had to cram…

Well.  Things have gone from a relatively slow, plodding (and somewhat boring) relaxation period to crazed high speed chasing down the day.  I was correct to be nervous about diving back in – it’s been mind-bending to be so busy so all-of-a-sudden. A quick run-down: 3 Sundays ago, on Palm Sunday, we go to Pensacola beach to see some New Orleans friends.  They have rented a house for a few days.  The sliver of private beach on which they are positioned is wee, the water shallow, no waves.  Perfect for kids – and yet still Jack manages to almost drown himself by getting his foot caught up in a rope that is looped alongside…