Gigantic Buckets

Remember those gigantic buckets I was talking about yesterday? Well, they just keep getting bigger.
Thankfully, it's just stuff. Stuff can be replaced, repaired or thrown out to the curb if needed. As long as we have some resemblance of health everything is peachy.

Had some visitors this weekend.


Six...yes 6.. of my aunts and uncles from Iowa made the 6 hour trip out to visit with us. My brother Matt and his friend Alissa also made it out.
Scott with his cold/laryngitis was exhausted. But, it was still a nice visit. And honestly bigger groups are easier for Scott. He doesn't feel like he needs to entertain. He can fall asleep at will and nobody really notices because there are other people to talk to.
Having all the faces in the house is always a welcomed event. Kate gets other people to play with, I have someone else to talk to and we all get reminders that there are other people out there in this great big world.
It was fantastic to visit with all of them. So much love.

I also want to take a moment and address something. I've had a couple different people make comments to me on separate occasions that I shouldn't say certain things, or refer to certain things on the blog.
I just want to go on the record and say I never have ill intent toward anyone. I certainly don't wish to make anyone uncomfortable or unhappy with my writings. If I've "said" something that's upset you in some way I sincerely apologize.

That said, I will not change the way I write or what I say.
This place, this blog is mine. All mine. It's my place to write down my thoughts, my feelings, my joys, my heartache. I do try my best to keep gross medical stuff from making anyone queasy but other than that, I will not edit.
Please don't think that doesn't mean I don't care, I do. I really, really do.
If I start editing for this person, that person and people that I don't even know... if I turn this blog into something that isn't genuine than it's not for me anymore.

Sometimes I want to scream, sometimes I want to swear sometimes I want to bang my head repeatedly against the wall. Other times I want to down play how bad things really are, I want to pretend that I have everything under control and that we're just fine. Whichever way I want to go is what I need on that day in that moment.

I love everyone that is taking the time to read this. I love the people that comment and tell me they're reading it more (shameless ploy to get comments - can't blame a girl for trying).
I want you all to be a piece of our lives. It helps me. I feel less alone, I gain strength, I get wise advice, I laugh and most importantly it restores my faith in humanity.
I thank you all for being here. Please don't be offended by what I say or how I say it. Know that it's me just being me.

You're all still owed the after shots of Scott's hair. Scott's looking a little "under the weather" right now so I'm not liking any of the photos of him. More importantly I don't think he would like them. He looks sick enough without the cold.

Here's to another week.... crossing my fingers, saying my prayers and making it the best I can.