Life on the Edge

Work has been really, especially, crazy, hellishly bad this last few days.  I also remember the days when I would have stayed all evening to fix things.

Yesterday, for the first time in my professional life, I walked away from the horrible, time-consuming issues at my normal time, said I needed to pick up Aiden, and went home.  I didn't stay and wade through the crap.

And it worked itself out.  

No problem.  

In fact, I got the call that everything was fine while I was dancing with Aiden to "Sway" by Michael Buble.
I have spent the last 14 months realizing that life is a balancing act between what must be done to provide for my little family and providing the emotional and nurturing that we need.  Work is work.  My son will be my son - forever.    Laundry, dishes, and potties can wait.  My little man can not.

Yes, my life is a balancing act and I live life on the edge.

Labor Day

Cobbler and smores.  Happy sugar-buzzed kiddo.

Shoot!  I didn't take my camera to the family campout.  But it was fun.  Really, really fun. We froze our buns off Friday evening, then slept cozy in our ultra cozy sleeping bag.  My, my who'd have thought that camping in September would be so fun.  We ate tin foil dinners, played games with family (poor Uncle Glen had quite the bad luck playing Farkle...) and woke up to Uncle Scott making french toast.  Lovely.

Saturday, I canned pickles.  Aiden played.  The end.

Sunday, we had a big family dinner at my sister's house and EVERYONE was there.  There is never a lack of food when we all get together.

That's when we discovered a tooth that came in clear back in Aiden's mouth.  Clear back there....  But he only has two top teeth, four bottom teeth, the big gap, then this little sucker peeking out.

Yesterday for us was truly Labor Day.  We put up Aiden's bed, did grocery shopping, super cleaned the house, did laundry, then went to Aunt Kari's for a barbecue.  It was awesome.  Here is the evidence of the awesomeness.