Well, that's a first.

This month has been full of firsts.

First time tying shoes.

First solo side-ponytail.

First word read.

And our first home visit.

It came during our first family sickness.
On a day when there hadn't been water in our house for at least 36 hours.

Visualize it for a minute.

Nobody's been cleaning up--we've been in the house for 3 days coughing and lazying around. There are corn flakes encrusted on the table, lonely socks dangling from the backs of chairs,
stuffed toys and blankets tangled around empty juice cups, DVD cases in a steadily growing dusty pile.

Mopping? Certainly not.
Dishes? All dirty. ALL. Did you know you can give cough syrup via spatula?

And then the phone rings: "We'll be there tomorrow morning. We'll talk and take some photos."

Photos? Can you imagine?

So we gathered up every large container we could find, drove to the mission and filled them with water, and proceeded to try and clean things up the best we could. Including our unshowered selves

And, yes, I absolutely did hide the dirty dishes in a suitcase. Another first.