Christine... I know. I was so proud of myself when I sent the text. Did you like all the uber cool abbreviations that I used. I felt like a true, savvy-tech, 13 year old. And.. uh... I was so proud of myself that I must have reread the message I sent about 20 times. Like a proud mom whose kid pooped on the potty for the first time. Dang.. I should've taken a picture.
Dreama... ah, what's a little frostbite when there's Reeces Pieces Blizzard underneath. Scrape it off the top and it's good as new. ;-)
NOTE: If you came across this page by googling "Shirt Chewing", please click here for the most recent post on Noah's shirt chewing. Thanks! Sugar. Who knew that five little letters could wreck such havoc? As I've mentioned before, Noah has a terrible shirt chewing habit. I can't quite remember when it all started, but we all noticed that it STOPPED completely when we were in Austin. The only thing that was really different was his diet - since we were living out of a hotel for a week. When we got home, we racked our brains to figure out what it was.... what food triggered Noah' s shirt chewing. We were home about 2 days when Noah started chewing again. Agave Nectar. Sim had put agave nectar on Noah's waffles. We took the agave nectar out of his diet and the next day, the chewing decreased. A few days later, I gave him a peanut butter and jelly rice cake. He started shirt chewing. It had to have been the jelly.. which goes to show that just because it's
It's been so long since I posted here. I wasn't even sure that I would remember my password. And, actually, I really haven't planned anything to write out, but I just had this overwhelming urge to post today. Maybe so that I can look back on this post next year and see how far we've come, I'm not sure. But here we are... and here I am.... 2016 was a challenge. Not just for our family, but for everyone it seems. I look around and 2016 just seems to be a year of hurt. It was a tough year on so many levels. A little over a year ago, on December 23, 2015, we were told that my husband most likely had a certain lung condition that gave him only three years to live. We are so fortunate that it was NOT what they thought, but it led us straight into 2016 full of fear and despair.... feelings which continue all the way through today.... and may lead into 2017. To condense a very long story that's full of grief and misdiagnoses and full on panic attacks (for me), I wi
Ooooh, a challenge. And one that requires brevity! Do you think I can do it? It's 6:27 am. Let's try. Let's face it. My blogging has become ridiculous - practically nonexistent lately. I don't know where all the time has gone. Plus, I am still getting over the most baffling jet lag in the entire history of the world. It's beyond anything I've ever experienced in my life. I think I must've been bit by a mosquito or something that causes you want to sleep all day, mope all night, and consume copious amounts of bread and cheese. (Something that I'd given up several months ago... so it must be some sort of rare and obscure Indian mosquito bite, right?) I'm also convinced that my hair is being overtaken with lice... but no one can find any eggs... which means all the infertile lice in India made my head their home b/c I know something is in there. Please excuse me while I remove myself from the keyboard to scratch my head. It takes both hands. (How many
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By the way, I got your text. I was soooo high on Benadryl, and the next morning I assumed I dreamed it (because Leslie does not know how to text!!!).
Imagine my surprise when I sobered up and it was still on my cell phone.
Dreama... ah, what's a little frostbite when there's Reeces Pieces Blizzard underneath. Scrape it off the top and it's good as new. ;-)
Besides, I did use the "sharpen picture" option in Picasa. ;-)