I love you, little guys....
To any of you who have prayed for J. and her baby, Stellan....
God is working a miracle right before our eyes!! THANK YOU!!
Today Colin was standing at our sliding glass door. I could tell he was looking at something, and I thought that the 'something' was outside. After a moment, I learned differently. He says to me:
"Mom, there's a fly in here."
Oh, great. That's gross. I hate flies. "Okay, Colin. Thanks for letting me know." I'll get it later, I think to myself.
He was quiet for a moment and then said, "Can I get him?"
"Mom, can I get him?"
"Col, what do you mean? You mean, kill him?"
"How would you do that?" He has seen me use a fly-swatter, but I had never actually taught him how to use one. I assumed that he was going to ask me to teach him how to use it so that he could 'get' the fly. I was in the middle of baking, and didn't want to touch the icky fly-swatter, so I was preparing to tell him that 'I couldn't teach him how to use that at this moment, but maybe another time'. It didn't really matter that I was busy at that moment; turns out, I was wrong about the swatter anyway.
"Col? (still staring) How would you do that, honey?"
"With my hands."
"You want to try to kill the fly with your hands?"
"Colin--the one thing about flies is that they are very, very fast. As soon as you move toward them, they fly away. You'll never get him with your hands."
He was quiet again for a few moments, still studying the fly intently.
"Mom......can I try to get him?"
Exasperated, I gave in. What did I care if he 'tried to get him', anyway? He never would catch him.
"Sure, Colin. Go ahead and try."
Next thing I hear is SMACK! Colin's hand hitting the glass door. Okay, that's done and over with now. Maybe he'll give up the pursuit and go play.
"Mom, I got him."
"I got the fly."
"With your hands?! You got him?!"
He turns to me, and holds out his palm to show me. Attached to said palm were the remains of what apparently was a slower-than-usual fly. Yeah.....he had gotten him, alright.
We then had a discussion of the utter grossness of flies, and proceeded to wash his hands 2 (or maybe it was 10?) times.
I think I will go ahead and teach him how to use that fly-swatter.....
If you are the praying kind, I have a(nother) favor to ask.
My friend, J., and her sweet baby (23 weeks in utero) are having a really difficult time. She has had to be hospitalized because her baby's heart rate right now is at an astounding 300 beats per minute. The baby has a heart condition that is causing this, and if it doesn't get fixed quickly, it will not be good.
She's had a rough go of it already with meds (to clarify: she is taking IV meds for the baby--she is not sick) that, as of tonight, did not work and caused her to experience some pretty awful side effects. They are starting her on some new meds now, but her body has really taken a beating from before....and I know her spirit could use some uplifting right now. Her family is desperately seeking prayer.
You can find out more about her and her baby HERE, if you like, and please, if you visit, let her know that you are praying for her.
Apparently, I was a little confused on the whole 'dry socket' issue.
I thought, when I went in last Tuesday and the oral surgeon packed my teeth (or, I should say, lack of teeth) with gauze, that that was it--the dry socket was taken care of. Translation--that there would be no more pain to endure.
I was wrong.
The medicine in the gauze, it turns out, wears off after about 24 hours....so I had to go back Thursday AND Friday (and again tomorrow) to have it changed and re-packed. Basically, there is a numbing medicine on this gauze, which keeps me, for the most part, pain free. Then, it buys my gums time to grow new tissue and heal, so that I am not a total whacked-out-on-pain-and pain-meds-zombie. Until the tissue completely heals itself, though, there will still be pain.
I am hoping that tomorrow will be the last time I have to go in, but I am still (off-and-on) in a considerable amount of pain....so it may still take a few more days. I'm still on the ibuprofen, and occasionally the Vicodin when it gets really bad. It is lessening--much slower than I would like--but I am getting there.
I seriously think I would rather go through childbirth than the pain and after pain of having wisdom teeth pulled.
"I don't know what this "pool" stuff is all about....I'm happy right here on my bike, thank you."
Daddy was the first to brave the water.....
....which apparently convinced Colin.....
...... and, in turn, Cameron......
.....and after hangin' out by the ladder for a little while (with the bike not too far from his grasp, of course)....
Col chomping his apple....not sure what he was saying, but it looks like I caught him mid-word
Ethan with his yummy baked Cheetos
(LOVE this picture--look at those eyes!)
Cam and his favorite, the "pee-buh-getty" (PB&J)--though you wouldn't know he was so happy with his lunch in this shot!
One, two, three, JUMP!
Cameron and his dinosaur
"I love this Daddy! Thanks for convincing me to come in after all!"
Daddy jumping over--yes, I said OVER--Col and Cam's heads!
"Wow, now that's pretty cool....."
And, as you can see, the pictures all came right back off the camera just like they were supposed to.