1.We did not get the log house. They wanted us to sign questionable paperwork, and then told us they couldn't accept our offer anyway as it was contigent on the sale of another property. So, as far as the house hunt goes, we are back to square 1.

2. Saturday Ethan took a ride in an ambulance. He spiked a fever of 105 and had a febrile seizure while eating a chocolate chip cookie. Perhaps he aspirated some of it; in any case, while he was limp and unresponsive with his jaw clenched so tight the finger Andy used to try and pry his mouth open was numb for hours afterward -- Ethan turned blue. Andy called 911 while I frantically pounded Ethan on the back the way you're supposed to do for choking toddlers and then pumped his chest. It was only seconds, but it felt like hours. The neighbors ran in from the farm and flagged the ambulance down. Later one the women from up the street came to the hospital to see if she could watch the two older kids for us. I have never been so grateful for the kindness of what was, for all intents and purposes, the kindness of strangers. Ethan, thank God, has suffered no ill effects and his fever finally broke this morning. But Andy and I are having a harder time recovering. I'm sure the whole experience cut about ten years off my life.

3. There are fleas (or something) in the carpet in my daughter's room, and they are biting the back of her head. (No, it doesn't compare to Saturday -- Nothing compares to Saturday -- but I am trying to get us all back to normal. And darn it, there always seem to be something lately.)

And that is all I'm going to say about that. Some day I want our family life to be boring again.