She's a Big Girl Now

Last night was our Christmas party for our home group.

The composition of our group has changed greatly in the three years we've been going. Then, there were two children younger than Miracle and five teens attending. Grace and Sam and Caleb were the (literal) babies of the group. Now Miracle is the oldest child and the youngest is about 18 months old. In between there are 12-13 more children. We've grown a lot! And it makes the Christmas parties so much more fun!

We did a white elephant gift exchange last night. We had to bring something from home we no longer wanted. Oh my heavens, some of those gifts were hilarious!! And the best part was, if you got something you didn't like you could trade with someone. Then that person got to chose a new present.

Grace got a present of an unexpected kind. That loose tooth she's been wiggling finally decided to come out. She came into the living room carrying it, gave it to me, then wanted to go play some more. I had to make her go rinse and spit. Honestly there was hardly any blood at all (Thank Heavens!).




So. since we were unprepared last night, the Tooth Fairy will have to do his job tonight.

I can't wait to see her face in the morning!

Sign the Petition

I'm sure you have heard of the three Navy SEALs who are being court martialed for allegedly punching a terrorist in their custody. This is the man who is thought to be responsible for the ambush of the Blackwater contractors and their subsequent murder. Their bodies were then burned and hung on a bridge in Fallujah.

The SEALs are fighting the charges.

The stood up for us. It's time for us to stand up for them.

I Opened the Door and What Did I See But...

Grace in her underwear with her shirt tied cape-like around her neck and her leggings tied around her waist like a skirt.

And Sam was totally nekkid.

Yeah. Things are getting back to normal around here.

And the Word of the Day is...

Pertussis.

Whooping Cough.

Mike has it.

Not even kidding.

Thanksgiving 2009

I'm sure you're all on the edge of your seats, anxiously awaiting news of our latest Thansgiving debacle (tragedy, drama, whatever you want to call it).

Sam came into the bedroom this morning and when I opened my eyes I saw this




looking back at me.

I was horrified. He had red spots all over his face. Further investigation confirmed they were ALL OVER HIS BODY.

So, I grabbed a shower and loaded him into the van for a return trip to the acute care clinic in town (I knew they were opened today because they had a sign on the door when I was there last Thursday and this past Tuesday).

While I was in the shower, Mike got online and started looking up rashes. Just let me say upfront, that was a very bad choice. The only thing he could find that looked like what Sam had and fit his symptoms was MEASLES! Needless to say, I freaked out all the way to town.

It turns out the Prince is allergic to Ammoxicillan. It was what the doc prescribed for Sam's ear infection last week. He had never had it before and so we had no way of knowing. So he now has a different prescription and a week's wait for the rash to go away. And, his ear is still red and bulging. Apparently, in addition to being allergic to it, it was ineffective also.

He came home, ate a little lunch, then wanted to lay down with me on my bed (something we never do). Grace ate some chocolate pudding then went to bed. Less than 30 minutes later, she threw up her chocolate pudding.

It's never ending.

So, how was your Thanksgiving?

Thanksgiving is Dead to Me

For the past, oh probably five or six years, someone (usually me) has been sick on or around Thanksgiving. I spent one Thanksgiving vomiting then breaking out into hives and going to the ER. The year I was pregnant with Sam, the smell of turkey and gravy made me ill (more vomiting). Two years ago, more vomiting. My family celebrated without me (again).

This year I am the only one not sick.

Mike has had a bug for a week now. Grace and Sam are running fevers and coughing (and Sam has an ear infection), and Miracle has the flu.

I've got everything I need to fix a Thanksgiving meal but ya know what? I'm not doing it because no one really feels like eating it.

Right now I don't care about the Pilgrims and how difficult everything was for them and how they were helped by the natives Peoples.

I. Just. Do. Not. Care.

Thanksgiving is dead to me.

This Morning Grace Made an Important Decision

We were in my bedroom, and she asked me if Jesus lived in our hearts. I told her, yes, He did, if we asked Him to.

"I'm going to go look for Him in my bedroom." (She's always looking for Him. Cracks me up.)

She came back in and announced that, although she had looked "everywhere" she just couldn't find Him in her bedroom. Then she said,

"I asked Jesus to live in my heart."

I was so excited about this! But, being Grace, there had to be more.

"Won't He get blood?"

"Will He have to take a shower today? I think He will because of the blood."