We had some special out-of-town visitors to help us celebrate Mother's Day this year, namely Uncle Jared and Auntie Lauren. The kids were beyond thrilled to see them. So thrilled, in fact, that they both were essentially unable to sleep between Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon. That is one way to make the most out of a a short visit, I suppose. We didn't even do anything objectively exciting. We went on walks, played around the house and in the yard, and ate various meals, including of course Mother's Day brunch (featuring a rhubarb pie made with rhubarb from our back yard!).
A major highlight of the visit was that on one of our walks, we went to a yard sale and acquired numerous "new" toy vehicles. These new acquisitions may have contributed to the inability of various people to sleep effectively. One of these vehicles is a real gem, an old metal Tonka pickup truck carrying a camper with a door that opens. When I picked it up, the guy selling it was very skeptical about letting me take it, and explained to me (while eyeing Lemon and Lime with deep suspicion) that this was a valuable collector's item in excellent condition and was worth way more than the price he was charging for it, etc. I hope he will take some solace in the fact that the kids love it. Toys are meant to be played with, right?
In any case, we enjoyed a wonderful if too-brief visit and even managed to get a semi-decent family portrait.
The latest round of Cayston seems to be working. Lemon's cough has mostly dried up, so I'm hopeful that we will be able to stop after 14 days. We've gotten more used to adding the third therapy session in the middle of the day, so it doesn't feel quite as disruptive as it did before, but with the weather being nice now it does seem like a shame to keep Lemon indoors for an extra 45 minutes a day.
Many of you may remember that a few months ago I engaged with the CF Foundation to develop some scientific content for their website. I'm happy to report that, after a few logistical hiccups, that project is finally getting off the ground and I hope to have some content to share with you soon. It's funny that I'm more nervous about the draft that I've produced for them than I am about the myriad things that I write every day for my "day job." I really want this piece to be the first of many that I do for them, so a lot hangs on it. The deadline is approaching, though, so pretty soon now I'm going to have to stop fiddling around with it and send it in!
