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Written by Mary Beth
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Sunday, September 26, 2010 |
Even though they are inanimate objects the sound of dolls thumping around in the washing machine are kind of creepy. Five to be exact. One is headless (the head and attached machinery which makes the babies eyes blink, etc. is sitting on the counter top). One permanently has her voice box removed.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Here's to hoping to get rid of some of the sick germs.
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Sunday, September 19, 2010 |
A few days ago we were praying that the Lord would spare Jaynee Lockwood's life. And He did. She has been given more time here on earth and her husband was able to take her home to their children. The Lord even provided a borrowed vehicle which had air-conditioning and was more comfortable for the three hour drive home.
Read their quick post here.
Keep praying for Jaynee as she recovers.
Thank You, Lord!
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Friday, September 17, 2010 |
I'm supposing that, at some point, I'll have other things to post about besides us being sick. Until then . . . we're sick.
Tex was very sick last weekend with a high fever but seems a lot better. I got sick on Wednesday with flu-like symptoms and am still battling it. Poor Baby Blue (3 1/2 yo) was horribly sick last night. She had a high fever and then . . . blech! A few times. I, actually, was scared for a bit for her (and I don't usually get scared when my kids get sick) due to her high fever. It was a rough night. But she was much better today. Still had a fever but was back to her usual self.
Bling (5 1/2 yo) is in total denial about being sick. She insisted that she wasn't sick even though the thermometer tonight told us otherwise. I just hope it stays at having a fever and feeling fine.
We are praying that we are fever free tomorrow so that we can get together with the Texas Branch's church family on Sunday (you know the ol' 24 hours of being fever free thing). We missed last Sunday due to illness and haven't gotten together with the Texas Branch in almost two weeks now. I'm going through withdrawals.
Please pray that we either stop getting sick so that we can enjoy other people's company or that we just be content and press on. Or both.
Thanks!
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Thursday, September 16, 2010 |
PLEASE pray for Jaynee Lockwood (see the family blog for more details). She is in need of 14 people to donate blood in La Paz (Mexico).
I'm not sure if I have all of the details accurate here (so be sure to check their blog) but I'll try. She had a miscarriage recently that did not complete on it's own so she went in for a D&C. The doctors found that she needed to have her uterus removed and in the process of the removal she began to hemorrhage. Apparently, she had placenta accreta (where the placenta grows through the uterine wall and implants in organs and tissues outside the placenta). She lost 3 quarts of blood and has received some blood transfusions but is in need of more.
She is the mother of 12 children and a missionary, with her husband, in Mexico.
I am praying that the Lord protects and preserves her through this and that her children will have their mama through all of their growing up years and well into their older years. I am also praying that her husband will have his life partner and team member around for many, many more years.
Oh, King Jesus! Please protect Jaynee.
Amen.
-Mary Beth
****Update**** It appears that Jaynee seems to be doing better. Oh, thank You, Lord! Please read their blog for the details: www.lockwoodfamilytomexico.com And keep praying!
****Update 9/17/10**** check their blog, again, at this point she is doing better and might even get to go home soon! Thank You, Lord!!!
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Written by Mary Beth
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Thursday, September 16, 2010 |
The only thing I can recall about 15 years ago around this time is that I was a newlywed nearing my six-month-aversary. And not enjoying my full time job.
I don't know what I was doing on September 16, 1995. I don't even know what day of the week it was. I'd have to look at a calendar.
15 years ago, today, my eldest son was born. Only he wouldn't become my son until 6 years, 1 month, and 24 days later.
Even though it took him so long to become my son I love him. No matter what.
Today is bittersweet. Sweet because the little boy I fell in love with many months before his social worker ever asked us to take him in as family is almost grown up. He is a handsome young man with a lot of potential. Bitter because I don't know all of the details of the day of his birth and because he no longer lives with us. The latter part is still painful.
I pray that the Lord heals him and saves him. I pray that Big B will grow to be an amazing man of God who loves the Lord with all of his heart, soul, and mind. I pray that all the yucky parts of his life become something that the Lord uses to help and heal others. I pray his life glorifies the Lord.
Happy Birthday, Big B! Dad and I love you! No matter what!
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010 |
My dad grew up in Oklahoma. As I grew up he joked that if one doesn't like the weather in the Midwest then just wait a few moments and it will change. While my greek god and I lived in Chicago we found that to be true at times. Here, in the San Antonio area, it doesn't seem as dramatic as that but compared to home it comes mighty close.
With how today worked out the kids didn't get outside at all until after dinner (with the heat and humidity I'm not sure they would have anyway). Pretty much unheard of by what we're used to. As one can imagine they were pretty much bouncing off the walls by the time my greek god got home from pounding the pavement.
Errands needed to be run and milkshakes were a must-have this evening so kids getting their energy out still didn't happen. A late night/after bedtime swim was in order for some.
(Hint: This is where the title of this post comes in . . . are you ready? It's really exciting . . . if your life is boring.)
We had noticed the partially cloudy sky (with the amazingly beautiful big ol' honkin' pink and white puffy clouds pasted gingerly against the baby blue sky and a sliver of the moon taunting just above the scene) as we began our errands. Driving back to the condo my greek god thought he saw flashes in the sky and later we heard, what sounded like, thunder. Hmmmm. Could we get in a quick swim before the storm comes?
We did. It isn't here yet but with the wind blowing like it was as we hightailed it to the pool it seems like the storm is a comin'.
I love the storms. Overall they rock.
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Thursday, September 09, 2010 |
A quick update from my fall on Monday:
It appears as though I still have "just owies". I'm still amazed that I didn't get hurt worse. I have soreness on my left hip/leg and scratches that are healing up and I can get around just fine. So far no bruises!
In other news:
We're going on six days of no "getting sick to the tummy". Yehaw!
Dan & his bro/business partner are working hard to get their new business off the ground. This is new territory for them and it's a stretching and growing time.
The kids and I are working hard on staying sane in the condo. The stormy weather we had earlier in the week was awesome but not conducive to getting out much. We were able to get out today for 30 minutes (just about all any of could handle with the heat and humidity).
There was an awesome thunder and lightening storm the other night. It really picked up when I wanted to go to bed so I ended up staying up later than intended. One of the claps of thunder sounded like an explosion accompanied with a flash of lightening startling me so much that I involuntarily jumped away from the window.
Our old dawg is still hanging in there. If she survives this trip I'll be pleasantly surprised. The storms alone might give her cardiac arrest.
The kids keep fighting over who gets to mop/sweep the floor with our new fangled mopsweepthingy. Oh to always have such a problem. Maybe I should by a few more so they can all have their own. Naaaah. We're all about sharing around here aren't we?
We could see the river very well looking out our living room window yesterday morning. We, normally, cannot see it that well. Gulp. Thankfully it receded some by the afternoon. We went over to a riverfloaty (don't you love how I make up my own words?) pick up area nearby (where the bus picks people up after floating down the river) and saw how far up the river had gotten on the steps. When we were there last night it was still quite high. I do not envy the clean up crews.
It's naptime right now and I'm wondering if the landscaping people will come by our bedroom windows, AGAIN, with a leaf blower. We're on the second floor. Seriously? Leaf blowers on the second and third floors? Will the kids get woken up? Probably. At least, today they slept in pretty late so Mama Bear won't necessarily rage.
Abadee abadee I think that's all folks.
- it's blahg! mb
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Written by Mary Beth
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Monday, September 06, 2010 |
If you know me you know that I tend to be on the dramatic side. Just a wee bit.
I'm rolling my eyes at myself right now.
Earlier today we were at the Texas Branch's house with kids runnin' wild and Dan's bro BBQing. It had rained making the decking wet enough that a few of the kids slipped and fell. I guess I was feeling a little left out on the action. Though, I did not enter the decking area somehow I think my sandal bottoms got wet. I was going back and forth from inside to out puttsing around trying to figure out what to do since my sister-in-law was on a long distance phone call, the kids were either napping or happily playing, and the men were overseeing the burning, I mean BBQing meat. As I stepped out the door somehow one of my feet slipped on the metal threshold and down the three steep steps I fell. Falling probably isn't really the right word. Let me see. More like bouncing, bumping, and rolling and then splat.
On my way down I noticed Irish Boy (6 yo) was in my way. I knew I would crush the poor child if I landed on him. I figured I could lift him up and out of the way as I landed. Didn't quite happen as I imagined and I think it looked more like a mom pushing her kid out of the way (I was going to say "it looked more like a defensive end tackling a quarterback because of the word picture but then realized that wasn't accurate so now you have to deal with the boring picture of a woman who weighs 100 pounds more than her small child coming at him like a freight train from the sky . . .).
Once I made my ever so delicate landing (*snort* NOT!) and laid face down (thankfully there was a tiny step down from my shoulders up so that I didn't do a face plant). I just hung out there for awhile. I was trying not to go hysterical because I was afraid I'd hurt my son. At the time he claimed to be unhurt.
I also hung around on the ground for awhile because it didn't hurt at all going down. And I didn't feel anything for awhile after the splat. My greek god only saw me as I hit my hip and was rolling at the bottom. He came over and fixed my dress for me. Blush. I told him to check Irish Boy when he asked if I was ok. All I could think about was him. Once I found out he was fine then I could relax.
I wasn't ready to move for awhile. I finally started feeling the pain on the left side and felt convinced enough that I had not broken anything. My greek god helped me to my feet and into the house.
As I was sitting with ice applied to some of my owies I had some time to reflect on what happened. I realized that Irish Boy was stunned (he never saw me coming and ended up on the ground) and started to "shut down" (as we call it in our family). Oh how my heart ached when I realized that he wasn't expressing himself. He finally told me that he did get hurt but couldn't tell me where and then just before bed tonight he showed me where his scratches were. I know he's still holding back but I'm grateful for him being more open.
I keep thinking back to my fall and am amazed that all I got, so far as I can tell, are some ouchy scrapes on my leg and arm along with my ankles not feeling the best and a sore thigh/hip. I feel some pain in my lower back and on of my shoulder blades as well. But that's it. Not even a drop of blood! I expect to be sore tomorrow. I took some Motrin and soaked in the spa here at the complex followed by a hot shower. I think I'll be visiting the spa for the next couple of days to help keep my muscles relaxed.
God was so very kind, merciful, and gracious. He protected me BIG TIME today. I didn't hit my head or tail bone, etc. etc. etc. Nothing seems broken. Thank You, Lord for Your protection and Your kindness to my family today. Thank You, thank You, thank You!
So very grateful to have a story that we will laugh about someday (instead of cry).
- it's blahg! mb
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