Spring forward.

I sort of bitingly said out loud, "Who are these people that just decided they wanted to change the time of day?? And everybody is like 'Yeah- good idea. Let's just change it.  Spread the word.' and then it just caught on and the rest of the country was cool with just it being a completely different time than it was yesterday?"

World War II for the U.S. officially by the way. Because Layla gave me a TEN MINUTE history lesson. 

So the universe went haywire for a week.  Everyone in our house is actually sleeping through the night because somehow that sixty minutes makes you think you haven't slept in days- but it causes some crazy overall. 

But after a little crazy ...  SPRING. Then SUMMER. Just as it should be. 

February was not kind to us, but we have brushed that dust off and we are soldiering on. Maybe it's a sneak peek at Spring, maybe it's a reward for surviving, but there's a freshness in the air. 

It feels good.

Not new, not easy, just... better. And much preferred.

I think we are just getting started. I am declaring goodness and positivity for the Wests. Love and light! If FDR can just decide to change the time then so can we. We decide to change (back) to JOY.  

Thank goodness the rest of the crew seems to be on board with the plan. 

It suits us- making the most of things. We like life that way.

I was talking to a new friend the other day while our girls got their hair done (Hi, Teri!!) and I mentioned that we were built for chaos.  Teri immediately said, "That's it! That's the title of your book."

Our day-to-day... it is a 'lil bit chaotic. I don't know if there's anything different or special about it, because it's all we know.  Sure, any day could include a visit with our home health nurse and then a therapist, phone calls or appointments with hematologist, neurologist, and our specialty pharmacy, a grab bag of medications etc etc but they are such small pieces really. Barely a blip. And then we have dance and flag football and homework and silly arguments over well, everything. At the end of the day, the parts that stand out are the ridiculous video the 7&8-year-olds left on my phone or those few minutes of uncontrollable giggles when that word came out of AG's mouth (I swear she means "frog".) 

WHAT LOOKS LIKE CRAZY ON AN ORDINARY DAY LOOKS A LOT LIKE LOVE IF YOU CATCH IN THE MOONLIGHT.

A family that spirographs together stays together...

CHILD1:  Right, that's my field of vision.

CHILD2:  Maybe you're filled with vision, but I'm filled with danger. 

CHILD: Where can I get some of those hamster glasses?

PARENT: Hamster glasses?

CHILD: Yeah, they make glasses for hamsters. I heard somebody say Anna Gray has some.

.... Hipster. Not hamster.

And we don't even have a hamster.

CHILD: I could be wrong, but I think they're a coyote sitting in a recliner across the street. 

CHILD: Mama, how do you spell "whistle while you twerk"?

Text from Brynnie

Sometimes it's hard because life is hard.  Parts of mine and parts of everybody else's. 

For us, February and it's unfortunate circumstances BLEW. But we are springing forward -- bigger and better than what last month had to offer. Because that's what we decided.  We decided Snow White can have tattoos and that little boys can carry their Desferal pump in a pink purse if they want to.  We decided you don't have to explain why you need to wear that shirt again today.  Also, that there was not, in fact, a coyote in a recliner across the street. We just decided.

Bring on them May flowers.

P.S.

Shout-out to women who empower other women, friends that love you exactly where you are, and anyone in the world who goes to bat for anyone else. You rock my mismatched socks.