Scott’s hernia surgery went well. He was up and about that afternoon. The only hiccup came at the very end. Nurse, “You have your post op appointment schedule for 10 days from now. See you then.” Me, “Ummmm… come again now? Another appointment?” In true Scott and Traci form we didn’t think about a follow…
“Hey, got a minute?” Scott to me. I was lazily getting ready to take the kids to Pink Camp with Grandmom. No rush. No hurry. No worries. “Yup, what’s up?” Scott, “Um… there’s fuel dripping out of the Chief onto your mom’s lawn. We need to address it.” To my credit, my first concern was…
Evelyn is wearing her Elsa heels around the campsite. We’re getting stared at here…. there’s serious judging going on. Doesn’t bother me, but I want to make sure that Rebecca knows. Becky…. you did this. I am not responsible for this.
We received an awesome email from J. He’s not one to waste time on drivel – so he gave us a bulleted list of things he’d like to know about. Awesome. We’re accepting more input. A lot of J’s questions are going to be addressed by Scott. Specifically, he’s excited to explain how he’s been…
Buckle up, folks. Scott says I’m entering… The Transition. What an ominous sounding thing?! Apparently The Transition is well known in military circles. I watched Scott go through his – without really knowing it had a word to define it. We’ve talked a lot about how mine would be dramatically different. Now it’s here. I’m…
