Sunday Afternoon -- Home Sick From Church

Ah life...

We are very happy. Amy and I still like each other (sometimes) and our children are happy, lovable, and smart. Brianna is a our inquisitor, she is full of questions and sucks up any thing she sees or hears like a sponge -- Amy and I find our self utilizing pig-Latin on a regular basis. Audrey is Miss Independent, try telling her once in a commanding tone what to do and she will in no uncertain terms let you know that she doesn't take orders from anyone. Thankfully they are (not always) great playmates. From time to time I see glimpses of the possible trials awaiting the roller-coaster of puberty and adolescence -- Brianna has a (putting it delicately) a flair for the dramatic, and Audrey may need a little patience.

Quinn is our special guy, a joy and an enigma wrapped into one. We know the lights are on and somebody is home, but we just aren't sure how to help him to come out. He has for months been noticeably delayed developmentally. Our doctors have noticed it for a while, and I have finally come out (fully) of denial. We have been extremely blessed by local organizations that have provided in home therapies at virtually no cost, as well as state agencies that have given us access to specialist in the fields of neurology and genetics. So far we have not been able to come up with an accurate diagnosis, but we will keep trying until we do or until our doctors have no other test to give.

I am (fearful, no. excited, no.) anxiously awaiting a possible job offer from the IRS. This isn't by any means my dream job, but it would provide solid experience for my resume as well as solid benefits for my family. If it comes through the task of selling our home in the floundering SG market will be daunting, we have already begun pricing out home improvement projects that may add enough equity for us to have a quick sell and a possible down payment on another home. Anyone looking to move to So. Utah?