
It's been a fun and trying couple of days. As head of paddling, David takes paddling overnights (paddle all day, camp out in the mountains, paddle all day, return around 7pm), so he is on his second of the summer. Our John Paul is cutting his third tooth in a month, and I honestly cannot tell if that is why he's not breathing/sleeping well, or if he's got a bug of some sort (with the amount of fun he has in the water/grass/dirt, a little bug wouldn't be suprising). Just keep my men in your prayers (and maybe a short "let Mommy get some sleep, God" would be nice for me).
All the while, I am so grateful that God has called us here this summer. It will certainly never be possible again, and this makes for a very very very interesting summer.