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Waiting.

Thankfully we didn't lose any power during the storm. And the storm wasn't really anything more than a typical rainstorm out here. We had some minor flooding but the puddles have dissipated and we were able to easily get to the Children's Hospital this morning.

Samuel got an IV early this morning, a CT scan, chest x-ray and blood draws.

We are waiting for results.

I must confess the adrenaline and anxiety are a nasty combination. Praying and hoping for the best but trusting God ultimately that all things are in His hands, including Samuel.

Fixing my eyes on Christ...

Lib's 8th birthday

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Halloween Scan

Please pray that somehow/someway we won't be too flooded that we will miss Samuel's CT scan on Wednesday. He's set for early morning to have his scan but if we can't leave the property we'll have to reschedule. To be honest I just want to get this over with!

We're prepared to lose power and be home bound for a while. It will be interesting... Hoping everyone stays safe during Hurricane Sandy!

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I have a magnet on my refrigerator that simply states:

"Given enough coffee I could rule the world."

So true.


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Twice the fun.

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Brotherly love. Ian & Michael may not look alike but these boys stick together. Twins. Fraternal in appearance- absolutely but identical in their love for each other.  Different personalities. Different strengths and weaknesses. Different likes and dislikes.  I love my boys. 
And guess who just learned how to spell his name out loud! I will give you a hint... "M"- "I"- "C" -"H"-"A"-"E"-"L"









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My Lovely Girl.  8 years ago I was in labor with my first child, my beautiful daughter, Libby Anne Hope. I remember when I had her. It was 10:39 a.m. and she had finally come into this world. I remember her first cry and the subsequent tears that spilled down my cheeks. She was here. She was alive. All was well.        
She was the only one of my five children that I was allowed to really hold after birth. She was the only one who wasn't whisked away from me to go the ICU or special nursery. Libby came out alert. Wide awake and looking at the world. Her dark blueberry eyes taking in everything around her. I had never seen a newborn so alert and so aware. 
She was my comfort. After losing my sister just six months before holding my Libby was a healing balm. She brought me hope. She reminded me of life. And that it was worth living. I believe she was the main reason I didn't go wild, or crazy or lose my mind when my sister died. I was pregnant and I couldn't do anything …

plod on.

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The first bite of the apple was mealy. That should have been my sign to discontinue. But I'm so tired and feeling so unwell and I haven't had anything for lunch. A protein shake at o'dark hundred isn't enough to sustain one into the afternoon. So I munch on.

My apples of late have been plagued. They have shown up with bite marks on each one and in no apparent order. I think they have fallen victim to my almost 2 year old. He loves his "Popples". And so his sweet little teeth indentations cover each apple.

I've been sick since Friday. And it's seriously been several months since I've been to a Sunday church meeting because I'm home with someone who is sick or I've been sick myself.

This time I've had pink eye and head/ chest cold congestion. Mike seemed to have been stricken with the flu or something since Saturday. We're both not well but we march on. He's had work so he's been working. I'm at home managing kids. Gettin…

Autumn Musings.

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Days are long and intense. They are full of flavor and zip and quick thinking. I find myself multi-tasking all day long and yet trying to squeeze precious moments in as well. Yesterday I made pumpkin bars for the kids. A fun after school snack for a drizzly day.

The leave covered candle burns infusing the smells of autumn in the kitchen.
Mike has had work again! Hallelujah. Such a blessing. It's wonderful. This has also created a need for adjustments on my end because it means managing everything myself in regards to pick-ups, drop-offs, appointments.

Planning has been key. Chiropractor. Dr. appointments. Glasses ordered for Michael (they're going to be so cool!) Therapy. Groceries. Errands. Post office. Etc.

Homework time goes over better if Peter is napping during that time. I'm also learning i need to give ian and michael tasks to keep them from distracting Libby and Samuel. So, chores are becoming a thing.

"Hey guys, take this rag and wipe the stairs down."

Busch Gardens (part 2)

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Possum. It's What for Breakfast!

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Mailbox Munchies... or Not.
Mike found a dead possum in our mailbox this morning. Apparently someone is unhappy with us. I know that's an assumption but I don't know of anyone who puts dead anything in someone's mailbox being a good sign.

Oh I know they were wanting to provide breakfast! Nothing like a good possum omlette to brighten the day or perhaps a stew for lunch!

Just kidding.

But in all seriousness. I did find this recipe online....


Wild Possum KabobIngredients:1 Still breathing, corn-fed Possum
3 Ripe but firm tomatoes
1 Large white or yellow onion
1/2 pound large mushrooms
2 large green peppers
1 package meat marinade
1/2 cup soy sauce
12 skewers (sticks are okay in Arkansas)

The possum must be alive so that you can scare it, giving you the "wild" taste from all the adrenaline it produces. It is best to hit it over the head with a large object in a humane manner. Boil the possum for 3 minutes to loosen the fur then skin and gut it. De-limb (chop the little knubb…

Pink eye, flooding and CT Scans, oh my!

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So, tonight wasn't what I thought it would be.

As I was mopping up the kid's bathroom with towels I couldn't help but think two things.
            "For sick kids they really do know how to create a disaster."
            "Really, I have to clean this up to????!"

We have had some sick kids. Double ear infections. Conjunctivitis. Viral and non-viral. The former being pink-eye. Vomiting. Coughing. Wheezing. Fever. Goopy eyes. It's been "fun". And today I've felt shakey, weak, headachey, and sore all over. No fun.

We seem to get over one kind of yuckiness to move on to the next.

So the seven of us trooped into the doctor's office early this morning and left with a plethora of prescriptions for antibiotics, eye drops and ear drops.

I thought I was doing a good job entertaining the kids in our little holding cell in the doctor's office. We sang Old McDonald for a loooong time. A nurse popped in and gave the kids some new books to r…