Hi Everybody!

Are we in the lazy hazy days of summer or what? I'd like to say that I've taken my kids on outings and that we've experienced new and wonderful adventures this month. Wouldn't it be amazing if I could share of our many hikes in the wonderful Colorado mountains, or perhaps tell of a day spent at the Denver Zoo where we took a picnic and rode the train? Naturally we would skip bird world, because we hate it, and then casually wander over to watch the polar bears frolick while chocolate ice cream drips down our chins.

Unfortunately, it would all be lies. My anatomy class has kept me busy, with 9 hours a week in class, plus study time. We've had to stick pretty close to home this month and sure, while I use words like gastrocnemius in front of the children so they can appreciate my education, they have at times, been bored. They begin to complain and ask "why can't we go on fun outings like other children, Mother?" And I respond by telling them to "Close your mandible. Mommy's studying".

We have experienced Netflix, however, and I feel like that ought to count for something. See, we've held out for years. We've said "no thanks" to cable and have been happy with our network t.v. with very few complaints. We've been big time patrons over at College Hill perusing their ever expanding dvd department on a weekly basis. We have even been known to have an account over at The Blockbuster.

But then the best gift that we have ever received (besides the birth of our three amazing children, of course) was a Netflix account. We still don't know how or why Billy's 83 year old mother thought of it. But she did. And we have. And we will not look back. We are forever changed.

A few days into the Netflix experience we discovered "Instant Play". These are shows we can watch on Billy's dumb Xbox. We saw a show that we watched one time on vacation and figured we'd try it out during some quality family time. The show is called "Man vs. Wild" and it's about a guy who can basically survive in any kind of extreme situation. After the first few shows we noticed the children were not as horrified when he drank his own body fluids to survive, and wondered if perhaps we had desensitized them to right and wrong. We finished Season one, and it turns out our hypothesis was correct. We concluded that yes, they were exposed to things they should not have been, and it's going to take quite a bit of therapy to get them back to normal.

Now we are spending our evenings in the back yard, eating popsicles and climbing trees. I usually sit on the deck swing and watch Billy play with the kids. They've invented their own "man vs. wild" where the children are "the wild" and Billy is "the man". Their methods of attacking Billy change with whatever toys are lying around in the backyard. All three kids are on a mission together, and for a few minutes they aren't fighting or concerned with anything but having fun with their dad. After a little while, when Billy gets injured, which happens most nights, he joins me on the deck swing and we talk about our kids. Mostly we laugh. We've decided that our kids provide us the best entertainment of all.