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Happy 4th of July! I hope that all of my American friends had a wonderful holiday! My holiday was spent working at a concert beer tent, with the rest of my nonprofit board, and taking the kids to our local fireworks festival.  It was great! After that, we spent the day recovering in a friend’s

So, Our House Flooded


  So, our house flooded. And, it wasn’t a tiny flood. We are now living in a hotel. Yep, and we’ve been here for a week already. Thanks Boy Child. I wasn’t home when the flood occurred. I got a call from our babysitter saying that something had happened to the toilet on the third

This Is How We Roll…


If you remember from my last post, “Don’t Tell Me I’m Losing My Son,” I was having a difficult time finding joy amongst The Boy Child’s complicated health situation. I felt like I was swimming, and swimming, and I wasn’t getting anywhere, except closer to the bottom of the pool. But, if you also recall,

Please Don’t Tell Me I’m Losing My Son


“Momma, I’m blowing on a wishing flower, and I’m wishing no more doctors” Horatio G. Spafford, his wife Anna, and their five children lived in Chicago in the late 1800’s. Horatio was a successful lawyer with a booming business, when tragedy struck and pneumonia stole the life of his young son. That same year, the

** BIG CHANGE **


Happy Friday! “I’m so glad I just have a plain head again” the Boy Child said tonight in reference to having the EEG wires removed, and I couldn’t agree more! That extended EEG was rough, and his poor head head blistered and welted from something they used on him. And today, by the time most

It Was Always Meant To Be


On Friday, The Boy Child was hooked up for an extended video EEG, which basically means that a bunch of electrodes were glued to his head, several EKG electrodes were placed on his back, and then an EEG machine was wrapped on top of his head, therefore making him look like a smurf. The box

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