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Masquerade

Covid 19 doesn't scare me.  I don't like it.  I wish it hadn't happened, and I wish it would go away.  But it doesn't scare me.  It's not because I don't believe it's real or because I don't believe it can have serious consequences for a percentage of those who are infected.  It's simply that even though it's out of control, I know who is in control.  God isn't surprised by any of this.  He tells us not to worry or be fearful.  I kind of figure He knows best, so okay. 

Just like with anything that can harm us, we try to make good choices and take proper precautions.  I have always been a bit of a manic handwasher.  Ross, maybe not so much.  The kids are getting better.  We aren't attending nightclubs or you know, licking stuff that's been handled by other people...I speak for myself.  We are really working hard on this with the boys.  I don't think Fischer has chewed on his shoes all of this month.  Progress!

In general, I have been avoiding taking the kids places.  Partly because it's a lot of work with two babies and partly because I don't want to stress other people out.  We are a lot of bodies.  I also worried about how the boys would handle the new mask rule and seriously didn't want to subject them to that.  I wasn't sure if it would cause them some kind of angst or unnecessary fear.  But we had check-ups with the pediatrician looming and dentist appointments, so my friend sent us some masks...from Colorado.  We hadn't bought any before the mandate went into effect, and I wasn't sure if I'd be allowed into stores without a mask.....to buy masks.   

My concern for the boys was totally unfounded.  They were pumped to get their own kid-sized masks.  They begged to wear them around the house.  They sat in the living room together playing with their trucks and matchbox cars while wearing masks.  So A+ for the boys being willing and able to wear a face mask.  As far as their effectiveness goes...that's a solid F-.  Unless, they stop licking them sometime soon, I'm going to say the masks are for play.  Soggy wet masks do not scream sanitary, risk reducing, protective wear.  So gross.

I suppose I could use the same tactic I did with their lifejackets, "If you so much as look at the water without this on....!" But it's taken two-years to reverse the effects of that one.  (Their swim instructors have earned every penny.)  If my past mistakes are any indication, fear tactics are not the way to go.  I'm not going to get into a debate with anyone over the cost/benefit of mask wearing.  We all stand on different ground on this one.  I'm okay with that.  I just can't handle the soppy wet masks in my living room.  Boys are gross.  The end.

(But I love their guts.  But they are gross.)

Also, no more Covid anything anything from this blog.  I promise.  Probably.

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  1. You are a blessing! Love to read your adventures. And your subtle and not so subtle ways of getting your point across. These are treasures to be able to read later on when they are teenagers! You should print them out and start your book now! You know like in your spare time 😂

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