Our son’s heart is our responsibility, and he certainly can’t guard it on his own. So we will.
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
I saw 4am this morning, and not from an alarm ringing to awaken me. I was still awake after a long, long day, after a long, long week. Some days, I am so homesick for heaven my heart literally aches. To be where there are no more tears, no more pain, no more sorrows for… Continue reading Insomnia
-1- For Christmas we did four gifts for each other: something you want, something you need, something to play with, and something to read. We got Little Man a set of die cast Blue Angel airplanes (his current obsession after seeing them at an air show in Detroit this past fall), a book and DVD… Continue reading Seven Quick Takes: Post-Holidays Decompression Edition
Time changed Saturday night. Here in central Indiana, we “spring” forward one hour for daylight savings time in the spring, and “fall” back one hour in the fall. For an already sleep challenged child, this can spell disaster. Saturday nights are fairly difficult as is, because Keith is home. Because Keith works nights Monday through… Continue reading Time Change Woes
This is our life, currently. We leave for vacation on Monday. The water heater started leaking last night and we discovered it this evening. The plumber comes tomorrow. Our cat has two nights left before her one way trip to the vet. She is very sick and old, and her quality of life is very… Continue reading True Life
Random ventings from Rachel: * I am sick over what happened in Boston. I will never qualify for the Boston Marathon, but I am a runner. There is no other community as loving, encouraging and accepting as the running community. The 6 minute milers don’t care that I do a 12-15 minute mile…they just care… Continue reading Vent