Disneyland

We were up 'til past one a.m. last night. Getting up this morning was pretty tough. We meant to be pulling out by nine a.m., but didn't quite make it. I made up for that on the road, though. Two hours and fifteen minutes from home to the corner, which is what we reckon as "there." We were rockin'. First stop Wendy's, then to Jme's appointment. It is a bea-u-ti-ful day out, and so I played in the playground with Sonny Jim and Billy Boy while Wifey went in to the appointment with Jme. They told me it'd be about 45 minutes, so I was suprised when they came out in about fifteen minutes. Wifey told me that they asked Jme to rank her current feelings on a scale of one (wanting to jump off a bridge and into the river) to ten (like being at Disneyland). Jme smiled and said ten. They asked her if she was suicidal. She said no. And that's about it. No medication recommended at this time.

From there we went to move in to our new summer apartment at the university on the hill. This is our third summer here in family housing. With all of the shady trees and real wood panneling on the exterior, this place feels like camp. It is good. This is our first time without an impending baby. But hey, with Jme, this is our third summer, third child. Next summer our fourth summer with our fourth child? Could be!