Sunday, July 22, 2007

So long

Gone for a week!

Friday, July 20, 2007

Yep, he's funny

My husband was rinsing his hair tonight after a hair cut. Gibson was watching closely, as always. When Phil turned off the faucet Gib said, "Oh no, my water broke!". Oh he just had no idea what he just said did he?

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

This post is not for the squeemish

Sweet baby girl is sick. I haven't seen her feel this bad since she had RSV this past winter. This, though, is a whole other animal. She has some major diarrhea. She also vomited in the middle of the night last night. Every Mom out there knows the joy of cleaning a child, stripping off their sheets, bumper, crib skirt, and cleaning the wall, floor, and bag underneath the bed in the wee hours of the morning. Needless to say, we've done lots and lots of laundry around here. We are on day 4 of it and decided it was time for the Dr. today. She will not eat solid foods, refuses pedialyte, and it takes me 30-45 minutes to get her to take 4 ounces, 5 if I'm lucky. I was worried about dehydration since there is a lot coming out and not too much going in. I was having trouble keeping track of her wet diapers, you know, because of the loads of diarrhea within the diaper and all. They said she is borderline right now. She looks a little "dry", but she's not quite to the hospitalization/IV stage yet. They said if it continues or she gets worse to call back. She had a really rough time going to bed tonight and is just all out of sorts. All day long she says, "ma-ma" and "night-night". She just wants to lay on me and waller around (that shows my classy hillbilly vernacular right there). For now the rest of our house is healthy, and I really pray it stays that way since Phil is going to be out of town coming up. If you get a chance, pray for the babe that she will be back to her crazy self very soon!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

RIP little birdies

On Friday our family experienced a little nature crisis. We were out doing some yard work and my husband pulled down a dead limb from one of our trees. He soon noticed a baby bird in the grass. And when I say baby, I mean a very, very new baby. It didn't even have fuzz on it. We soon saw 3 others in the grass. So here we had this little family of birds and had no idea what to do with them. We just couldn't leave them there helpless, especially when there is a new cat roaming the neighborhood. To find out what we should do, I came inside and did what everyone else in the free world does, I googled it. We found out what would give them the best chance was to nail a container into the tree near the branch it came from, line it with paper towels and hope for the momma bird to return. If the momma does not return, you should call a conservationist to have them come get the birds. By Saturday morning we had seen no sign of said mother bird, so we looked up the number and called. They wanted us to take pictures of the babies to send to them. Ok...this project is turning into a little more than I thought. So we took the pictures, emailed them, and waited for a call. We found out they were an invasive species and they would not take them, but they gave us another option. We could give them dog food moistened in water...every 30 minutes...from 8 am to 6 pm. Now this is really getting out of hand! I know Phil felt guilty about displacing the babies, but this is just not a project we can take on right now. This is the point I REALLY started praying for that mommy bird to come feed them, because I just couldn't bear the thought of them starving to death. Finally, on Saturday a bird came and started feeding them. Oh hallelujah! We felt good and we had saved the baby birds! I was feeling very Dora the Explorer until, as you can see from the title of this post, something somewhere went very wrong. I'm not sure what happened, but when I went to check on them this afternoon...well, we'll say it wasn't good. I went out later with Gibson and he kept asking to go see them. Sad. I guess we can rest knowing we did everything we could. But Dora would be muy dissapointed-o (and yes, that is the correct spanish in case you're wondering).

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Going once, going twice...

I am learning lately that getting your house ready to sell is chock full of...um...zero fun. We have a new garage door to install, a new screen door to put on, cutting down a bunch of over grown weeds in the yard, and a lot of other little things that I don't feel like typing out (nor do you care about). Not to mention the extensive cleaning that really needs to happen. Then come all of my fears of trying to sell and buy at the same time and if it will all work out (of course I know it will, God has a plan for it all, and that's what I need to keep remembering!). I am also dreading the actual packing up and moving process. We thought we had a lot of things when we moved in here, when we were newly married and coming from a townhouse. Oh how blissfully naive we were. Now we have lived in this house for 3 1/2 years and have since had two children...so needless to say we have accumulated a whole lotta stuff. What really excites me though is a new house. We are wanting to move to a different part of town where you can get more house for your money, and most of them are older and have so much character. I love dreaming about what it might look like, and I'm really excited about picking out all new paint colors and new ways to decorate. I love to make a house a home and it will be interesting to see where our family ends up. So if anyone is on the lookout for a 3 bedroom 1.5 bath ranch brick house, let me know....please!

Monday, July 2, 2007

On a chip

I have been gone for a week now...away from any computer access what-so-ever. It has actually been restful, but I have been anxious to read email and check blogs. It's nice to be back! I was away from a computer because my husband was gone with his band leading music at a youth camp. Oh how I missed him! This definitely isn't our first week apart, but it really seemed like the longest and the hardest ever. Gibson especially noticed Daddy not being here. We told him Daddy was going on a trip...to which he replied, "Daddy's on a chip? Gibson wants a chip!". I laughed forever about that one, and he continued to say it for the entire week. While my husband was gone I realized how much I truly love that man! He helps me in more ways than I can I can even say. I didn't just notice how much he helps me with the kids, but also how much he is a part of my well-being, my sanity. He makes me feel loved and appreciated. He could still do that over the phone, but the one-on-one conversations and hugs were greatly missed. I kept myself busy by making plans with family or friends pretty much every day. I also read a book recommended by Kate called "There Is No Me Without You". I can 100% agree with her that it is an amazing book. I was telling Phil that after reading it I feel like I just got back from a mission trip. I feel weird going back to my regular suburban life after reading about the suffering and loss that the people of Ethiopia are experiencing. Only a few pages in and I was crying my eyes out at the staggering statistics of the people that are dying of AIDS everyday and the orphans that they leave behind. The enormity of it can be exhausting to think about, but reading the individual stories made it all real. God has really been stretching me and teaching me a lot through this book. Now I'm just praying through what He wants me to do with all of it swirling around in my head. If you are looking for a book to read, go get this one! Now I'm going to get back to being with my husband and the fact that he is back from his chip!