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Those golden summer days are definitely over. I was at work all this last week, and the Lone Star Baby officially started school Monday, after the two play days at school the week before. Also on Monday, Jazz and her dad came down to bring her back for college and move her into her new apartment (They now have privately owned college-kid apartments that will place you with folks like dorms do, except that you have your own room and bathroom - how fancy is that? She knows two of the three girls she got a quad with). The girls enjoyed having Grandpa stay with us for the week and are excited to have Auntie Jazz back. The Lone Star Baby has had a cough since Monday night and it sounds yucky, but her Grandpa wasn't concerned and he's a doctor. Being a bad mommy, I sent her to school anyway, which Grandpa said was fine, because she really didn't have a fever and doubtless caught the cold there anyway and I had to go to work...how far we have fallen from those new mom ideals. Really, she is running around like normal all day, though, so it seems silly to keep her home and get in all kinds of trouble at work. The only sign that she is under the weather is that she is a bit fussier in the evenings and early mornings. I've been giving her guaifenesin to loosen up her mucous and boy does she love that - not. She has really enjoyed being back at school, but still talks about how she wishes we could stay home - me, too.

Meanwhile, Lone Star Pa and I have taken turns making the Lone Star Girl help us get our rooms set up and school starts Monday, for us and for the Lone Star Girl. Back to crazy days and crazy nights and paces no one should have to keep, people. Modern life...sigh.