300 Days of Sunshine

We're eight months into the pandemic now, and here in New Mexico we're under a strict shelter in place/stay at home order.  I'm so thankful for our state and local governments for the difficult decisions they are forced to make to keep residents of our state safe and give our hospitals a chance to care for people, but it's also really hard to witness so many people out of work and continuing to struggle with no end in sight, and makes me furious with our federal government for the negligence that has led us to this point.  It is inconceivable to hold individuals accountable to save their communities without mandates to guide people's behavior in many states, and I can't help but wonder if it's too late for the United States to come back from this.  Everyone is tired, and frustrated, and burned out, and I think we are all starting to realize that "normalcy" is years away.  Every hospital in the state is beyond full and I worry about the upcoming wee

Happy Birthday, Adyson Joyce In the blink of an eye, we have a four-year-old!  I am so proud of the little person Adyson is becoming.  She is full of ideas and insights, she has an amazing sense of humor, she cares deeply about her baby sister, and she is brave and curious in the face of new experiences.   Every age has been really fun, but every age has also presented us with new obstacles as parents.  Three was really hard.  They talk about the "terrible twos," but in my experience, two was adorable and delightful, and three was argumentative and manipulative.  Three was an emotional rollercoaster, talking back, name-calling, and pushing the limits of independence.  But three was also really inspiring.  Three was learning all the letters and numbers and pointing them out around town.  Three was doing puzzles independently and learning to love coloring.  Three was writing her own name and signing birthday cards.  Three was practicing math and seeking math problems in real li