I am sorry I have disappeared! Last Thursday our son, who is normally the pinnacle of health, praise God, was diagnosed with strep throat. It threw a kink into everything, especially when he was given amoxicillian as the treatment. Little Man has a sensitivity to food dyes. We know this, so we just simply avoid… Continue reading Red Dye Wreckage
Little Man turned five yesterday. I can’t hardly believe it myself. It seems like just yesterday we brought him home from the hospital. I remember walking out of the elevator, wondering why no one was even questioning why I would be carrying an obvious newborn in a car seat out the main doors. I remember,… Continue reading Five.
I love being a mommy. I. Love. It. And I try, very hard, every day, to love every minute of it. I don’t know if that’s because we struggled for so long to become parents, or if it’s just me trying to live life to the fullest. But I try to love it all the… Continue reading When It’s Hardest
It has been a long week. Last week, Keith came home with a horrible cold/cough. I tried to let him sleep as late as possible each evening before work, and he spent most of the day Saturday in bed. He insisted, however, that we go to the Indy Boat, Sport and Travel Show. After a… Continue reading Cutting Myself Some Slack
I’m going to whine; I am going to throw myself a pity party. Feel free to read and then throw your own party in the comments, or skip ahead straight to the comments and whine away. My husband has (undiagnosed because the doc won’t see him until tomorrow afternoon) influenza. I have had a weather… Continue reading The One in Which I Throw a Pity Party
Hello, my name is Rachel, and I am a germaphobe. And my germaphobia manifests itself in a very specific form: Emetophobia. Emetophobia: the fear of vomit and/or the fear of the act of vomiting. Specifically for me, it’s the fear of catching a stomach virus. “But Rachel,” I hear you saying, “nobody likes to vomit.”… Continue reading Mama’s a Germaphobe
Although, mamas don’t get sick days. However, I have spent the better part of the past two days curled up under blankets allowing Little Man to watch as much Veggie Tales as both of us can stand. It started Monday afternoon when the kid came down with a 102* fever after nap. Things just went… Continue reading Random Sick Day Ramblings
Monday Little Man will be 18 months old (young?). Tuesday will be his doc appointment, and I have fears they’re going to ask me things that I haven’t really kept track of. Like how many words he knows and uses in context. Let’s see…. Momma Dada Lu Lu (Lucy) Lo Lo (Laura) Matt K-K (Kennedy… Continue reading Wordy McGee
Well, it’s been a month. And for me this month has all been about a lack of balance. (by the way… Nathanael [yes, that’s his name] broke the ” b” and “l” keys off of the computer – makes it difficult to type!). Just when I think to myself, “Okay, I’ll get up at 6:30… Continue reading I’m Not Dead
Does anyone else experience this? I’ve been reading a great book about the best decisions a woman can make, and there was basically a whole chapter on guilt and how to discern if it’s from God or the enemy. But because I was up sick all night with the stomach flu (TMI, I know, sorry),… Continue reading Mommy Guilt
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