Forced Sabbatical

I had one of THOSE weeks last week. Some bloggers have been there. A week where frankly, I've got plenty to say, but no energy to say, and no will to blog. Just didn't feel like it. I kind of surprised myself with my blog lethargy.

Faith had a tough week dealing with her first cold. Which meant that Mom had a sleep challenged week along with her. Faith could make it only a few hours at a time before giving up on the Land of Nod and deciding to hunker down for an hour or two at 3:00am in the Land of Play with Toys and Watch Old FOX News Reels. (yes..the TV is back on since football season has arrived).

The week included few showers, way too many bouts with reflux and puke on top of the cold, and as a result, hanging out like this, while I tried to go about the rest of my day in a dragging stupor that coffee couldn't remedy.


To top off the end of the week, Mr. Hatch took advantage of an unattended open door, and chased after God knows what (I heard him crying) to disappear for an entire night. I was nursing upstairs, so he had a good half hour or more to get out of dodge.

Yep. Lots of tears on that one. Remember this post? Far from coincidence when you consider that Hatch just happened to run off only minutes after Ken had left for his first Elder meeting. I can tell you it is almost an impossible feat to look for a dog when you are dog tired yourself, your baby is SO ready for bed, every emotion in the book is boiling in your blood at the turn of events, your husband is unavailable to help, and you are trying to drive slowly, but quickly as the daylight comes to a close.

My beloved husband, even after a very full day, spent a good hour in the middle of the night on the prowl for Hatch, but to no avail. Thankfully, after printing out about 60 signs the next morning, we discovered Hatch dazed and confused in a neighboring development. It took him two days to recover from his exhaustion. We are ALL very happy for his return safely. Hatch has an new spring in his step. He's started giving wet kisses, and we just discovered the boy can suddenly lose it, and madly run laps around the house when his happiness overcomes him. It is as if he has realized that our family actually WANTS to keep him. The family passed the Search & Rescue test. Apparently, in his opinion, our house has qualified for the designation of HOME.

We did have some sweet times. One of my personal favorites was Faith's first experience with a biter biscuit. We actually quit doing the solids thing after a week. She's not interested. The child might go straight to eating filet mignon and skip the mush. But, my friends...a biter biscuit was much more fun!