Where Did the Time Go?

I thought I could blog every day...or nearly. But. I can't hold time and I couldn't keep up. What a busy month April was!

April came and went after Abigael made some progress developmentally, completion of physical therapy, downsizing at work (thank God my name was taken OFF the list!), and a two week stretch ailments of one sort or another my little Abigael had to fight off.

I did get ONE night out on the town and it was an absolute riot. Anita Renfroe has inspired me to laugh.

I was greatly encouraged and I celebrated (a bit prematurely) a "pregnancy"...thought my baby had a doctor and a hospital...turns out that the "baby" is there...but a heartbeat can't be detected. There is still hope...

Abigael is cutting her two front teeth. They feel like razor blades coming through her gums. Poor girl. She's such a trooper. She has daily breathing treatments twice and every three hours when she is sick. We learned she has extreme allergies as well - NO CATS! Abigael is very scared of dogs...we're working on that! She officially started crawling on April 22, two days before her 10 month birthday. Like her mama, she was motivated by food.

Noam moved up one class in daycare - officially considered "pre-school". He's been several months diaper free even through the night. He's had a difficult month with a sudden new interest in the male figure known as "daddy". He talks often of this person and cries out often for him...or stands at the front window waiting for him to appear. That said, he wants Abigael's doctor to be his daddy - he even offered him the job. When the kind doctor declined, Noam offered him my credit card.

Tomorrow I speak in front of over 100 at my church - sharing the story of Abigael and how the Lord revealed his glory through a trial. Remember...you can't stand on promises if you don't know what they are!

(I'm sure you know Abigael's story by now, but if you don't - let me know or come to the Mother Daughter banquet tomorrow night!)`

My baby's baby

Found Sonya Lee yesterday for $2.50 while getting out of the house and
getting my placard for front row parking anywhere and everywhere. At
first she was petrified...



or horrified...


or terrified...


Just moments later they're
the best of friends!

Spit Shock and Piggy PT

Went to bed last night at 2 a.m. I had to settle a few things in my mind before I could sleep. It took longer than I anticipated. Boy, I sure wasted a lot of time being down on myself, down on others and just being plump ungrateful. I hate that it got the best of me.

I woke up at 8:30. Abigael hadn't even made a peep yet. She went to sleep last night at...8? I know, I know, I have an angel in the midst! Instead of waking to her hungry cries, I woke to Noam pulling my hair. He said he was "weeding" and said I had "white strings" in my hair. Uh, yea. It's called GREY!

Noam bounds out of bed, I stumble and drag myself to the bathroom. I brush my teeth. Noam goes potty. Good boy. I was getting a cup of coffee while Noam brushed his teeth while happily admiring himself in the mirror.


Just as I walked in to check on him with my phone camera ready to shoot my big boy brushing his teeth, I saw him SPITTING IN THE DRAWER! What in the world?!?!? I had the perfect photo, but not the one I anticipated! His look says it all. Guess he knew better!

After cleaning the drawer out, I decided Abigael just had to get her hair up in pig tails. It gets so matted and tangled otherwise because it is so long. THAT was a chore! It was definitely a good round of physical therapy. For I had to sit her on the counter, keep her held sitting forward (i had her face the bathroom mirror - it worked like a charm!) so I could part and comb her hair. The tough part was getting the hair into a tail and holding it - only to struggle even more to wrap it all up in the very cool tangle-free rubber bands I found for her extra fine silky hair.

That was about as an eventful morning as I could handle. P.T. at 2. Nap now!