We're still here

Yes, I know it's been a while. The phrase, "lazy days of summer" don't seem to apply anymore. But it's been a good summer so far. Lots of sun, playing at the pool and visiting with family and friends.
So here's what's been happening:
I'm still adjusting to the whole working thing, although it's only three afternoons a week. Right now, someone comes to our house to watch Mac, but that will change in the fall and I think he'll be in a home daycare setting. I'm having a tough time thinking about that. Having a babysitter in our house feels very different from having him in daycare. I'm just trying to be patient and allow the Lord to bring everything together.
I started taking a nutritional supplement by a company called Metagenics for the depression and I've noticed a big difference. The hazy gray that seemed to be the undercurrent of my life, has cleared. I'm not jumping for joy, skipping rocks while singing a happy tune, but I feel better adn after 5 years a break in the clouds is like being given a new day. I have a little more energy and deifinately a lot more desire and ambition to do normal things. For any of you who are thinking of taking antidepressents I encourage you to look at teh natural options available.
Jon's getting bored at his job. It's a long commute and he does the same thing over and over agin. It's a good job, but we're praying for something even better and closer. He's been making some friends here in town-which is fantastic and they enjoy going on long bike rides on Satuday mornings, taking Mac in the pull-behind so I can have a little time for myself-Jon loves his daddy time.
Mac is growing up so big and handsome. He had his 18month check up today. 26lbs 2oz, 33inches tall, full of bruises and what looks like rug burn on his belly. I don't know how the belly burn happened. I went to put him in the tub last night and there it was all swollen and red. He cried when the water touched it and was out of the tub before I could scrub him up. Too bad, because he's in desperate need of a bath. Why do these things always happen right before a trip to the doctor. I pulled his shirt off in the office this morning and thought, please don't think this is my fault. He's a very happy, independant little boy. I 'll try to get pics up this weekend.

Not much more. Hope you all had a happy Fourth of July and that you find at least one day this summer that has the essense of what summer felt like when you were 10.

Renae