Whispers, Laughter and Giggles

OK, so my daughter tells me my blogs are too long, so I'll make an effort to reduce the size!

G'daughter is feeling so very much better. She had a sleepover 2 nights ago, and it was wonderful to hear them whispering and giggling together as they ran up and down the stairs. They plotted and carried out all sorts of harmless mischief!

What a relief and blessing to have her feeling better.

So, now it's on to the next sick one. My Mom went back in the hospital Tuesday with pneumonia again. I was helping with my great aunt, who has home health come in daily.

Well, we had no sooner gotten my Mom in the hospital and settled when home health and my aunt's Dr decided she need to go in, too. Her blood pressure was starting to bottom out. It was 80/37 and exercise, etc. wasn't bringing it up.

So, I took her in. I didn't leave until almost midnight. Made for an extremely long day. I stay with her in the afternoons, run home for lunch and then back to the hospital. Life is hectic, but God is still faithful.

How is this? Short enough? or does it need to be shorter? I'm trying (and I don't mean your patience either!) !~D

Have a great day everyone. It's raining here right now but I can see the sun peeking through.

Gingerbread Houses in July!

We bought a gingerbread house kit on sale approx 18 months ago, and it was promptly and dutifully packed down for the next Christmas. After all, the expiration was 18 months away and surely we would be using it for Christmas the next year.
Well, surely we did not, LOL!
We found it while sorting through some boxes recently. Yesterday we decided to put it together. We had a lot of fun until Lexie's friend called and wanted to play. At that point we only had the basic structure iced together.
I must say in fairness to Lexie, I don't really blame her for skipping out on me. Poor thing hasn't gotten to play outside for about a month and a half now.
Anyway, off she goes, pleading with me to finish.
I did, and learned many things along the way regarding gingerbread houses. First and foremost, don't EVER believe the instructions. I very logically and carefully followed the directions only to find they did not work!
I was instructed to put the house together and THEN make outlines in frosting of the doors and windows. Wrong, Wrong, WRONG - because once the structure is together and roof is on, you can't get to the area to pipe the outlines without making a mess all over you and the house.
Now, I'm not discounting that this might be the intent; most people, kids especially, really like frosting. But none of my kids. nor my g'daughter really care for it.
I however Really, REALLY like frosting!
I guess you can see where this is going. Every mess HAD to be cleaned up, right?
So, here I am, dripping icing everywhere including all over myself, no help in sight, and eating all the icicles that won't stay on.
BTW, icicles that fall off gingerbread houses, sound a lot like icicles falling off houses in the South.
In the South you seldom have icicles and usually when you do, they aren't completely solid to begin with, so when they fall they make sort of a light thump sound. Just like icing icicles.
Now, up North, I've heard icicles fall that rattled windows for miles, shook pictures off the wall and made you feel like you were in an earthquake! (OK, I know this is a sliiiiiiiiiiiiight exaggeration, but they are humongo, ginormous things that have been known to impale people and THAT is NO exaggeration!
In any case, I finished the house in time for her to come back and decide she really liked it. Except, well maybe, here and here and .... Well, you get the picture. And with that segue. . . here's the picture of the completed (more or less) gingerbread house.
So, what do you think? Remember, too, please this is the first time I've been able to finish one because they were always eaten during the making before, after all, they didn't want the frosting!

Hallelujah

Just a quick update.
We got samples of the medicine we needed! 3 boxes with 30 ampules each. Oh, what a relief! And praise, too. Thank you, thank you.
We were contacted and the Dr said they had samples. With this we'll be able to get through 45 days of treatment and she usually is lots and lots better within 1 full week of treatment. This time it has lasted longer, I can't help but believe that it's because she had to start and stop the medicine so many times.
We have also had much cooler days and that will really help her, too.
I have believed in prayer for as long as I can remember and have had many, many answered. I really shouldn't be shocked or surprised when one is answered so wonderfully, but I am. My feeble human mind and heart still doesn't get it sometimes.
But somehow, I think that it is OK, and reminders like this are so totally awesome!
Hand in hand!

Yesterday

We had the g'daughter's birthday party yesterday. We kept putting it off hoping things would change soon and they haven't that much. So, even though we'd had our celebration with her and given her her presents we decided it wasn't fair to make her wait longer for her party.
The excitement and the heat triggered a small attack, nothing major, for that I am eternally thankful.
It's really strange seeing some of the kids we haven't seen since school got out. It's like all of a sudden they decided to "grow" up. In years past they didn't change too much through the summer break except to get taller. Now, they're beginning to look like young men and women. Such monumental changes! G'daughter is the tallest in her class so far. A couple of the girls and one or two boys aren't far behind, though.
I think she's going to be tall, too. She's always said she wanted to be about six foot, with reddish hair and yellow eyes! If she keeps growing at the rate she has the last couple of years, she's got the six foot part down, no problem. Her hair is sort of strawberry blond, so that might happen - but I don't know about the eyes. Course, she could always get contacts!
We've had a tough summer this year and still have more challenges to come. Through it all, even having missed church for so long, I cling to God's promises.
Hope you all have a great week and God bless.

Again! Enough, Enough!

My poor little one woke up again last night unable to breathe.
She begs me to stay with her at night and help her stay awake; I usually can because I'm pretty much a night owl. But last night I fell asleep. She hasn't forgiven me yet. Oh,I know she will, only right now she's hurt, hurting, mad and sad.
Poor thing, we rush her to the ER and to add insult to injury she has to have a shot plus blood drawn. She hates anything to do with needles. They took blood to see if she might have some type of infection going on too, since she's got a sore throat. I really think it's because of her coughing and gasping for breath, which in turn, causes her to throw up all that yucky stomach acid and it hurts her throat.
Then, today when she goes to the DR for a follow up, she gets a physical while she's there. AND, they want to give her a tetanus shot to get her up to date before school starts. Of course, that WAS NOT happening.
We've tried letting her sleep with extra pillows, from that to a wedge under her head and from that to sleeping upright in a recliner. Nothing helps - except the steroids.
And so now,her days are her nights and her nights are her days.
She's so afraid of sleeping at night that I'm afraid she may cause her symptoms; but I haven't the heart to tell her she can't sleep during the day after so many exhausting nights spent just trying to breathe. I mean, after all, that's what my hubby and I want to do. So for now, she and I are becoming night owls and day sleepers. Everything else will be pretty much put on hold; with my sincerest apologies to my Sunday School class, my Wednesday night kids and my Tuesday morning Bible Study group.
We'll snuggle, whisper, giggle, see creepy shapes and hear scary noises in the night, all the while she will be breathing and I will be non-stop praying for her.
For her: to be able to get deep life giving breaths, to not be afraid, to be able to be my little tomboy again, to have a normal life.
Please let my little girl be safe.