Milestones

Brock had another milestone reached on Friday afternoon. He and his friend were playing in his room when I heard a gasp/squeal and his door come flying open. I heard Brock running down the hallway gasping (much like Charlotte from Sense and Sensibility when she finds out Mrs. Jennings is taking the girls to London...) and yelling something. His friend was hard on his heels yelling the same something. Being in "something's wrong with my baby mode" I prepared myself for gushing blood, missing fingers or gaping head wounds. I saw Brock covering his mouth with his hand and holding something in his other hand. I got him to slow down enough to hear "I loss my toof!" repeated over and over and over at a rate I am sure would break the sound barrier. His little friend was chiming in with "he ate dog poo!" at almost the same rate.

We got Brock's tooth/mouth cleaned up and it was time to call Dad. Brock was trying to tell Brian over the phone what happened while his friend still sang about him eating dog poo and grabbing at the phone. The two boys argued a little over who was going to tell the news before Brian got to hear what happened and why Brock was in such a lather. We put the treasure tooth in his tooth fairy container (plastic tooth on a string courtesy of his school) and made ready for the Tooth Fairy to come do her duties. As it turns out, Brock was spending the night at a friend's house and didn't get to "see" the Tooth Fairy until Saturday. So...this will be Brock's 3rd tooth he lost! And all on the bottom row! What a handsome toothy grin!



We got up for church on Sunday to find it snowing again! I found a dress in Hannah's closet she hasn't worn yet that was a gift from one of her cousins. Miracles never cease but I found a matching pair of tights and a headband. So...here's our little girl looking too much like a little girl instead of my baby. She was a hit at church and got lots of waves and hellos. All of which she returned with angelic innocence. People were convinced that we had a cherub on our hands. I am convinced my daughter is an accomplished actress... :) Brian and noticed that she is losing her baby belly and is getting lean and tall. That is NOT FAIR! She is wearing 3T clothing, speaking like a preschooler and giving orders as to how her world is to be run. Sad moment for us parents. But then again her cousins aren't that far behind. Sorry Ders...it had to be said! :)

We are waiting to hear from Brian's interview at the end of this week. I will not get a good night's sleep until then I'm sure! He feels pretty good about the whole thing. I am praying like mad that things work out. I know God will have his plan followed and that we should accept this, but it is awfully hard to imagine that this wouldn't be in his plan. Or timing. Guess it is more wishful thinking? Either way, we should have an answer by this coming Friday. It will be a long week in waiting!

Hugs to all!

A burden lifted!

Sorry if I didn't get back to you all right away. I went straight to bed after getting back from Yakima on Wednesday. I woke up that evening to have dinner with the family before going back to bed. I remember mumbling through prayers with the kids at 8. I hope I was appropriately reverent in my stupor. :)

Anyway. I called the Dr's office on Thurs and got my blood results. After putting me on hold twice, the nurse told me that she had to clear something with the doctor. Yeah...I spent the next minute convinced that I was diabetic and my baby was at risk. Silly paranoid pregnant woman. She came back with a joyous "you're all right!". WHEW! So thanks for your prayers and support. God really has blessed us on this front! I am anemic but that is easily fixed. Give it a few days and the iron should hit the blood stream and I should feel better.

The kidney thing hasn't been too bad. I am all out of my super pain killers. I haven't missed them too much as they made me feel loopy and dense. (shut it Erica...) Still waiting for the mean thing to pass. My next OB appt is on the 10th. I will be 29 weeks! Woot! Almost done! If I can make it to the 32 marker without anymore false scares (or real scares) I will be perfectly euphoric!

I am looking forward to finishing out this weekend as it will be my last weekend on nights. THANK HEAVENS! I cannot WAIT to have normal sleeping hours, a cleaner house (sorry Honey...it's just not the same when I am on nights...) and more time with the kids. It also marks the last few weeks before Lauren is due to make her grand appearance. So I am feeling pretty upbeat right about now.

And for our biggest news yet! Brian got a call from Whatcom County. He has his oral board, polygraph, interview and background check this coming Friday. They want to do everything all at once which is a good sign to us. He will probably stay with my parents overnight and will be back Saturday. We have some Valentine's Day commitments we need to stick too. :) So the end is in sight! We are both relieved and thrilled. With any luck, we will get our house sold and the pending custody battle solved without incident.

So this is me. Feeling blessed and honored. Love you all!

Nervous and an odd bedfellow.

Nervous and an Odd Bedfellow?

Tomorrow I meet a vampire. The vampire wants to check my glucose levels...

It will be nice to get it over with, but I am not really at peace with the whole thing. It's really the poo-poo frosting on the crap cake that has been my January. With the exception of having family over of course! That was not crap-cake! :P I get off work at 0600 and will go home to get Hannah and Brian ready to go. We hope to be back in town before Brock gets out of school.

Oh yeah! We should be able to get our poor window fixed on the Dingo. It has been taped up (very ghetto-chic) for almost a month now.

We had to wait for the money to fix it. Heh heh heh. That'll be nice to get that all done too.

At some point tomorrow I hope to grab a quick nap. Mmmmm...naps....

Napolean ruined my peaceful morning too! MEAN DOG! Brian's alarm didn't go off this morning, so I stayed at work until he made it in at 0630. By the time I dropped Hannah off at preschool and got home, it was after 7. Napolean went outside to do his thing while I worked on taxes and some bran flakes. I brought the pooch back in and made a bee line for bed. As best a bee line that one can make in a drunken sleep-deprived stupor that is. Anywho, I brushed my teeth and threw myself into bed. I woke up about an hour later to the rancid smell of dog fart. Oh yeah. I forgot to shut the dog up in the laundry room while I napped. Napolean slunk into my room and helped himself to Brian's side of the bed. His butt was facing my feet (thank heavens) and his dog-breath face was facing away. At least he was this thoughtful right? I yelped in surprise at his being my bedfellow which made him melt into a submissive and rather apologetic puddle of smelly breath and rotten butt. I ordered him off the bed. He responded by whipping his tail up and down on the bed while presenting me with his stomach. Being less than honored by such a gift, I started to push his carcass towards the edge of the bed. Napolean strained against my pushing, unwilling to give up his plush lounge. He arched his back and presented me with more tummy and a lolling tongue inside his rather empty head. I will admit I raised my voice and in a very un-lady like manner ordered the *&#!@#* dog to get his )(@#*(!@(# smelly butt off my bed.

This got through to him that I meant what I said. He dripped off the bed and slunk to the laundry room door. He went in without protest and gave me very sad droopy eyes as I shut the door. It reminded me of Puss in Boots from Shrek. See what I mean:

Let him foul up his own bed!!!! I returned to my bed and fanned away the stubborn residue of Napleon's gastric trespasses. It took about 10 mins for the room to properly ventilate. Gross...I finally got to sleep about 8ish. I have learned the hard way to put that mutt in his room before I go to bed. Thanks Napolean.

So now I sit at work waiting for the 0600 hour to bring me freedom from this drudgery for 2 days. Then another work weekend is upon me. But take heart! It is the last rotation on graves for me! Thank heavens this trial is almost over!

Hope this finds you well....