I feel like you all have been with me on a crazy journey this summer as I planned to let my kids fully participate in our neighborhood swim team even though I was going to have a baby on the very first day of the season. That baby is one month old today, and we had the last regular meet. As you know from my last post, our routines fell apart, and it was a groan to the finish line, but we made it, and I am so happy for my children, and, frankly, proud of myself for getting through it all with a mostly cheerful outlook. Special thanks to the neighborhood parents who drove my kids, watched my kids, lent them towels, fed them, did my volunteer assignments for me and kept my spirits up. Of course, nothing about our life would be possible without the support of the grandparents, who have been forced to hop on to the crazy pace this summer, but I am sure that they would agree that these moments are totally worth it!