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Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Whoa

I'm reminded when I post something that bears my soul how much my friends and family love me. You guys are great.

I'm also reminded daily how much my God loves me. He knows the number of hairs on my head and He knows what I'm dealing with, how I'm feeling and that all I have to do is call His name and He'll be there.

I have this picture in my head of God, standing quietly just on the other side of the door/room I'm in. He's standing there patiently waiting, for that simple phrase. Shouted. Whispered. Cried out in despair.

God please help me. I can't handle this alone.

That's all He needs. He's waiting "in the wings" to reach over and hold me up. To help me stand when I feel like falling on my face and crying. Thank you Lord for loving me, warts and all.

There's a song by Sixpence None the Richer called "You're Here." I love this song.

my life is up and it is down
I try to keep both feet on the ground
your love is all that gets me through

and I can hear your voice inviting
"I'm hear, I'll never leave your side
my stubborn weary child
I am still here
please let Me lead you on
your race is already won
I am your God"

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Le sigh

Some days I feel like I have no idea what I'm doing. As a parent, as a wife, as a person.

I know that no person has all the answers to parenting, marriage, life. I know that all the other moms/wives I see don't have it together all the time. I see parts of their lives, not every minute detail that I see of my own. I read an article recently that was posted on another blog. I won't link to it because it does contain some foul language. But, as a mom, this woman described quite a few of my days.

There were many things in this article that struck me as true. But the main thing that I took from it is that when it seems like I've gone from 0-60 on the frustrated scale, that isn't true. I typically run about 59 underneath the surface that seems to be at 0. So when I fly off the handle it isn't because I can't maintain 0 it's because I stay so revved up and over-stressed, over-charged, over-everything.

I don't know that I really need any advice or anything I just needed to say it. I told you all a while back that I was going to start writing more "real" things about me and my life. There ya have it.

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Sickly saga continued...

Friday. Was. Bad. That's all I can say. Noone was left untouched. The girls rebounded much faster than their mama and daddy. Saturday we got up and since no one was throwing up we thought we should make that necessary run to the grocery store since we were out of, literally, everything. All went well except that I was worn out afterwards. Saturday night rolls around and I can't sleep. I decided since I was feeling better at dinner that I should attempt to eat a little. I do mean a little. I stayed up until about 10:30 watching a movie with Steven. And my tummy had already started rolling. By the time I layed down around 10:45 I was feeling pretty bad. I read for a while thinking it would calm down and I could try to sleep through it. No dice. I turned out the light, I tossed, I turned. Got up, fiddled around on the puter. Went back to bed, read some more. Stayed in the bathroom off and on until around 3:00. I remember tossing and turning at 4:00 and then Lizzy woke up around 7:00. I got up and ran to the bathroom. My stomach was NOT happy. Steven let me go back to sleep since it was obvious I wasn't going to church.

10:30 Steven woke me up and I crawled out of bed. It's now 12:30 and I haven't eaten anything else. I've drank some water but we're out of Gatorade. I can't fathom putting anything in my stomach right now. In a while I'll try some crackers and chicken broth. Hopefully I will only get better from here.

Steven's watching football and attempting to teach me a little as it goes on. I told him that every year during pre-season they should have a show called Football 101 for people who want to learn the basics. The hockey webpage for the Mississippi Seawolves has a Hockey 101 page. :)

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

Attack of the Creeping Crud

Someone please just club me to death. Or how about come over, watch the kids so I can go back to bed? No? Really?

Steven started throwing up some time last night. I don't really remember the time for certain because I'd taken something to get a decent night's sleep (the night before was horrible due to Lizzy's sleep problem) and the plan was that Steven would get up this morning and take care of the girls. After throwing up all night, he stayed in bed. I was up with him a bunch and then Lizzy threw up in bed and blah blah blah. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I'm wiped. I'm going to let him sleep as long as he needs to.

I do have to take the recipe cards to Mrs. Debbie some time today for the Apples class tomorrow. I was supposed to take care of childcare at the church during the meeting but feeling nauseous today and having seen (and heard) Steven last night I don't need to be around someone else's small children.

I also need to get groceries. We're out of a lot of the staples and that makes cooking quiet difficult. Mainly though I need to get bland food and drink for Steven and the rest of us till this creeping crud retreats.

I was in the downstairs bathroom this morning and I heard the one sound mothers dread. That sickening smack of their child hurting themselves. I was rushing to get up and out of there to take of Lizzy (since I heard her crying I knew it was her) when she comes barreling into the bathroom with bright red blood all over her chin, shirt, hands and mouth. I scooped her up and grabbed a towel. Once we got things slowed down to be able to check out the damage I realized she'd bitten into her bottom lip. It looked pretty bad but didn't seem to be the main source of blood. She emphatically did not want me to touch her top lip. Now, she's fallen and smashed her teeth up into the gums a bit more times than I care to count. But this was different. The bleeding kept on and on. When she finally let me look in there I saw that she'd torn the tiny flap of skin between her teeth and gums that attaches to her upper lip.

As the bleeding slowed and she calmed down, I decided it didn't look stitch-worthy so I knew the best thing to do to keep her calm was give her a bath. Since then no more bleeding but her lips are understandably swollen and will be bruised I'm sure. Poor kid.

My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
brought to you by Quizilla

My inner child is....

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Insert Interesting Title Here

Today, I opened MT only two times to write an entry and came up with nothing to write. Lately I've felt like I have nothing to say. But Dj gently asked me to put up something (heh), so here goes.

Lizzy had her one year check up yesterday. (Yes, I do know that she's 16 months old. What of it?) She was 26.7 lbs and 33". Huge head circumference, as always, and perfect. They seemed to have no idea what to do with us since she wasn't "on time" with her shots. Golly gee, can't you just space them out. I don't have to have an appointment to come in here. Sheesh. You don't even want to know the conversation I had with the desk clerk in immunizations.

Emily has been working on learning letters and numbers. We aren't doing worksheets or anything, but she just learns things from life. It's always interesting to see her pick up a fact or a concept. I just wish she'd still nap. She desperately needs one. She was asleep at 6:40 tonight. Didn't help much that she was awake today at 5:30am.

Katy's doing really well. She's reading some second grade books with only a little help. She loves reading which reminds me so much of me. I remember devouring books as a kid. I still love to read, though the time for it now is limited. I'm sure when all three kids are in school or grown up I'll be like Mom Frances and check out tons of books from the library each week and read and read and read. Her teacher remarks every afternoon how great she's doing and it pleases me greatly. I worried and worried about the decision to put her back in school. I cried and I prayed. I'm so glad we chose CLCA. It's the perfect place for Katy.

Steven hurt his wrist somehow or other. The doctor told him to get a tennis type brace that helps keep it immobile and gave him a prescription for Vitamin M (Motrin, the military's answer for everything but cancer and the common cold). He seems to be doing a bit better.

Things just seem weird around here lately. Busy, yes. But also just, well, weird. I don't know if I can really put it into words. I jokingly say that moving to MS has deleted whatever brain power I had to write anything meaninful as well as my ability to speak correctly. I fumble over thoughts and words more times than not.

I'm supposed to be in bed by now. Reading my book and trying to get sleepy. I realized at 9:00 that I had forgotten to wash Katy's uniforms this afternoon. So, they are now in the dryer and I'm all out of words.

Funnies

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She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

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Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Funnies

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She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

(click for larger image)

Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Funnies

(click for larger image)
She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

(click for larger image)

Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Funnies

(click for larger image)
She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

(click for larger image)

Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Funnies

(click for larger image)
She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

(click for larger image)

Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Funnies

(click for larger image)
She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

(click for larger image)

Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Funnies

(click for larger image)
She gets anymore comfy and she's going to fall in the skylight.

I'd just gotten Lizzy out of the fridge when she brings me this.

(click for larger image)

Should I assume she's giving me hints that she's hungry?

Kitty Tales

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So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Kitty Tales

(click for larger image)

So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Kitty Tales

(click for larger image)

So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Kitty Tales

(click for larger image)

So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Kitty Tales

(click for larger image)

So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Kitty Tales

(click for larger image)

So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Kitty Tales

(click for larger image)

So, there ya go. The visual.

Lots of things going on right now. Nothing major or life changing, just basic busy stuff. Working on church site still, working on the sock, cast on for a sweater. Cleaning cat litter, changing diapers, washing clothes. Typical stuff.

My head has finally seemed to calm down. Long story on what we think is going on, but suffice it to say my brain hasn't had time to feel better long enough to make coherent entries. :)

There's a stray cat that's been hanging around our neighborhood lately. Beautiful cat. A tad skittish. He/she will come to you and allow you to pet his/her back and head. I left food out the other day and the kitty ate it all, only running away when startled. So this morning I get home from taking Katy to school and see the kitty across the street. I head inside to get some food to put out, found it, stepped outside. Kitty came barreling over to me and started devouring the food. After some lovin', I opened the door and realized kitty wanted to sniff inside. Perfectly happy to only step front paws in the door and sniff as soon as a noise came from inside, kitty backed off. Ever since then Fat Charlotte has been camped out by the front door, sniffing under the screen to figure out who's out there. Wonder what Steven would say if we adopted a stray....... Katy's been wanting a kitty to call hers.

I've got some things to get accomplished today. Hope you all have a blessed and wonderful day.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Cardboard Houses

The boxes that came with our table and chairs in them make a great house for the girls to play in. They've been enjoying it very much since Steven gave them some windows, a door and a tunnel. It even has a skylight.

We made it to our picture appointment but since the proof sheets are no longer free, you'll have to wait two more weeks to see the lovely shots. My favorite one is the family shot. Very casual. Only problem I have with it is me. I only had a half smile and it looks very much like I've had a stroke. heh. Blech. I usually don't like me in photos anyway. What else is new?

We've spent the rest of the day goofing off. Kids playing. Me knitting, grabbing OJ from the store, cooking dinner. Steven and I chatting. Enjoying our new table as we all got to sit down for dinner together at the same table.

Weekend Beginnings

OUR TABLE FINALLY ARRIVED! Remember in July when we had our yard sale, we sold our table and chairs. We ordered a new set from the BX the last day of August (never mind the fact that they didn't put the order in the computer until Sept. 2nd). The BX called yesterday and said it's in. Steven's borrowing a friend's truck to pick it up and bring home tonight. No more eating off tv trays and folding metal chairs. whoopee!!

Tonight's really busy. Katy gets out of school at 3:00. Steven's off today at 3:00. Need to cram in dinner before 5:45. Leave to take Katy to Lynn's by 6:00 for JBQ. Her hubby is taking Katy and her boys to JBQ, they're staying after for Skate Night. Meanwhile I'll be at my Apples of Gold Mentors meeting. Steven gets to stay home with the little two. They are going to watch movies and eat popcorn, I think.

Entry up over at the craft blog.

Saturday we have an appointment to get our family pictures taken. I know, I know, Finally! We haven't had a professional picture done since Lizzy was six weeks old.

I'm wanting to revamp the telephone table that was my Grandmother's. It's dark wood with some watermarks. The fabric on the cushion is stained and too dark. Anyone know how to go about this? I'd look the distressed look and a bright cheery fabric.

I called today and made an appointment to find out if these headaches are tension headaches or migraines. They have gotten prett