Melancholic Funk

Several people have asked me if I'm on a blog-cation . . . not so much -- just really behind on all of our family going-ons and just kinda' melancholy- funky-blah lately. And it's hard for me to know where to start when I'm so far behind with our family's daily adventures.

I kinda' feel like our family has taken some blows lately, as a couple, and individually. I'm just feeling a little beat up, tired, and down. There's nothing in particular especially wrong, just your standard-issue, relatively insignificant irritations that for whatever reason have been weighing heavily on me lately.

I blame part of it on hormones - my body is still trying to re-learn what to do on its own without a fetus or suckling child sending hormonal directives! First time in a looong time! :o)

And God's been really working on me lately. I think the natural response to seeing myself clearly, in comparison to God's holiness, is to be humbled, which, in me, is often translated into introversion and withdrawal.
At risk of sounding on the verge of whiney right now, I'll leave this post with my favorite line from the "Father of the Bride" movies:
"Every pahty haz a pooper; that's why we invited yeeew, Mischelle [or insert mopey family member's name when appropriate]!"

And a few pictures . . .

It's a home run!
So big!! Who needs a highchair?

You think this is a violation of child labor laws?

So tired! You should've seen the cheeks jiggling as we bounced on the road!