Isaac came just after school ended to paint Grandma's house. He and Mack spent three weeks painting and earned a tidy tax free sum. Mack loved spending time with Isaac and was bummed when Isaac headed home and he had to start work at Woodgrain where the pay, hours, and silver mint bars weren't quite as generous as Grandma.
While Isaac was here he spent a few nights at our house - here the big kids are enjoying take out in the Olive Garden parking lot.
How is it that those slippers fit Mack and Lily?
They dressed up in color theme - black, purple, blue.
Mack got to play a few soccer games in June. The season didn't last long but Mack loved being out there again.
Emily's love for her kitty just grew and grew over quarantine. It is quite normal to find her carring Perdita around the house like a baby or just laying next to her somewhere. When she is sad she seeks out Perdita. It truly makes me love that cat so much more when I see how much joy she brings Emily.
One of the hardest parts of the summer was that Mack came home from work one evening and didn't feel well. He had stomach pain and felt light headed whenever he moved. We hoped it was just some bug but after a couple days with no change we took him in to see a doc. They had no good ideas but took some blood just in case, told him to super hydrate and see what happened. A week later no change and back to the doctor. That was the pattern for several weeks. See a doc, take some meds, hydrate, no change. He had a solid 4 weeks where he didn't touch a soccer ball. That shows you how sick he was; usually that ball is moving around our house constantly. Greg and I eventually pushed him out side to at least pass the ball around, then he started shooting, but he still couldn't do much. We tried to get him to run a lap without much success. He was still drinking piles of Gatorade daily and started to take salt tablets to help with absorption. The day of soccer tryouts came and he decided to go - just to show coach he was committed. He did some warm ups and felt okay. At the evening practice he did a little more and the next day he ran a couple miles and did it faster than Andrew- and he felt fine (other than way out of shape). He played his heart out and about killed the poor body that had been totally inactive for 6 weeks. His body hurt so bad but his head was fine. No lightheadedness. No more slow shuffle around the house; he was back to normal. I don't know what finally shifted and he is still being really mindful about hydration but I can only thank Heavenly Father for healing him in time for soccer. He got a blessing early on that said he would be able to return to health and enjoy the things he loves and it happened - just in time. I'm so glad this is over. It was a horrible 6 weeks of worry and disappointment but now we are full of gratitude.
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