Just a roamin'

So, while I was blogging this, Wyatt strayed from
the blanket. It surprised me, hence this blog post.

more sick news

Technically I should be in the hospital with doctors

shoving tubes and probes down my baby's throat

and nose....but Wy thought that getting RSV and a

perforated eardrum sounded so much better. sigh.

To top it all off, I'm fairly confident that his first teeth

are going to be his incisors. Yah, a sicko AND a vampire.

great.

My bestest best friend!!

In the wake of Wyatt's yuckyness, I failed to write
about my wedding anniversary. Sheesh...last year
I forgot about the event entirely . I also blame that on
Wyatt....he totally stole my brain cells!

8 years! I still feel like a rookie, and there are things
that he does that still drive me crazy, but he's my
bestest best friend ever! And I think he still likes me
a little bit too. I love when he speaks in tongues/engineer
talk and the way he ducks and moves while playing his
computer games. I love that he still loves Legos and
Thunder Cats and feels the desire to expose our children
to such things. I love that he's as much in love with me
as I am him. While marriage isn't always filled with roses
and romance it's still a pretty great thing!

my little sicko

Okay, here's the scoop on Wyatt. He wasn't gaining
weight so he was thrown in the hospital and subjected
to all sorts of angry mean tests. It turns out that he
has: GERD, reactive airway disease (kinda like athsma),
and today I was informed that he's allergic to milk.
soooo.....he's on like 2 inhalers, singular, and 2 anti-acid
meds. Not to mention this nasty formula that smells like
death! The kid's all sorts of drugged up and stinky.
He also gets to be put under to have an endoscopy. Fun huh.
That'll be another overnighter. Oh well, it could be tons
worse.

Hospital, Christmas, and other things

Hello blog friends. I hope you all had a wonderful

Christmas. We did. In a way I'm a little sad that it's

over. In another way I'm glad to move on.

We had quite an interesting week. On Monday, Wyatt

and I found ourselves at Children's hospital. The kid

just wasn't growing so his doctor called a GI doctor

who thought it would be a good idea to admit him. sigh.

I got there with the idea (and supplies) that we'd be

there for 24 hours.....well 3 days later they sent us home.

James was home so while he battled the other kids I got

a little vacay....well not really, but I had a lot of time to

think and ponder. So if you don't care, I'm going to

throw out a few things that crossed my mind.

1. Hospital food isn't too bad if one is congested.

2. head IV's are kinda cool.

3. I miss my bed.

4. I miss my kids.

5. I'm grateful!

The last one took my by surprise. Of all the things

to be grateful for the week of Christmas, a hospital

stay is probably not on the top ten list. I felt humble

and had a real sense of God's love for me. It was really

amazing to be the receiver of so many kindnesses and

to have so many prayers offered in our behalf. I felt

bolstered and strengthened by the service offered so

willingly by the members of our ward (aka church family).

I'm overwhelmed at the response of these people. They

had things to do and yet they brought my family meals,

babysat so that James could come out, and the ones that

couldn't were praying for us. Happily, we made it home

just in time for Christmas (the 24th). But the whole

experience reminded me of what the Christmas spirit is.

It's remembering our Savior: His birth, His life, and the

way he lived. I'm grateful I was able to remember that.

......too bad I had to be humbled and not just naturally so.

Happy boxing day folks. And thanks for sticking around.

Evy the Seven year old

Yesterday was my baby girl's birthday! Why is

it that these birthdays come faster and faster

each year? She's 7. Ya, I have a seven year old

.........and it's really weird.

Evelyn: All things sunshiny, honest, thoughtful,

kind, giving, loving, faithful, smart, helpful, trusting,

and beautiful. (can I say that?)

Ah the old sand pail on the head...those were

the days (and future black mail).

I honestly don't know why I was blessed with such

a wonderful girl. Sometimes I feel like I learn more

from her than she learns from me. She's amazing!

And I'm so grateful that she was chosen to come to

my family. Happy birthday Ev!

done....mostly

I'm FINALLY done with my shopping!! WHew!

What a load off my mind. I still have projects

galore....we'll see what happens with those.