Mom went BACK into the hospital this past week. Yeap... Believe it... But, I will say that the folks at Christus St. Michael blew the socks off the other hospitals we have been to recently! They did more to find out exactly what was wrong with Mom than Shreveport did in the month of visits we spent down there. I'm not one to instantly jump and down and say everything is cured since we have been through this, what, 3-4 times now... I'm skeptical, and until I see things are good to go (in a manner of speaking) for about a straight month, I'm expecting each day to be taking the trip to the hospital....
On another note, Em's birthday was celebrated with the family (she'll have a 'friends' party later). She had a great time and got several of the things she asked for (Pink DS, Pink Barbie car, pink MP3 player, are you seeing a pattern here?). We had lots of fun, especially with her giant bubble maker (it makes giant bubbles, the wand itself isn't giant, though it is pretty long)...
A while back, while in Shreveport, I picked up a local rag called "The Minute" and in there I found a few gems I wanted to share:
- Brittany (age 4) had an earache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: "How does it know it's me!?"
- Susan (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "it makes my teeth cough."
- DJ (age 4) stepped on to the bathroom scale and asked: "How much do I cost?"
- James (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His Dad read: "The man named Lot was warned to his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt." Concerned, James asked: "What happened to the flea?" (read it again, if you have to....)
- The Sermon I think this Mom will never forget.... this particular Sunday sermon..."Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face. "Without you, we are but dust." He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter (who was listening!) leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?"
I was poking around the Upper Deck trading card site some time ago, and saw that you could make your own custom trading cards. So, I did. (And, yes, Shari and Bill, I'll send you yours - I just haven't had a chance with all the stuff going on lately!):
For the record, I had a different design in mind, but the one I wanted had some kind glitch that I worked on with their art dept and tech support. They got it fixed, but I had decided to go ahead and get the cards without waiting on them... So, since Dad was a soccer fan, I thought it appropriate to have a soccer-themed background (you have to pick from the ones they provide)...
Quote of the day: "I am Pierre Schezwan! I put ze DUCKS in Crystal Pond!"
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