Visits

  I wish my sister lived closer. Maybe if she did though we'd take it forgranted. Anyway she came out for my birthday and it was lovely. I don't even have a picture of her or her and I but while we hung out with our mom and our children I snapped some pictures. We were in my six year old's bedroom because it was the sunniest one in the house. We also went outside and enjoyed the back yard because it is such a sweet garden. We did nothing much and at the same time everything.

Treasures

I so appreciate walking into a house and seeing all the little touches that the person who lives there has put around that gives little insights into their soul. Here are a few from a friend's home.

Spring in My Yard

Spring is here and my yard is ever inspiring ~ If you live in a part of the world where there is Spring ~ I hope you are enjoying it to the fullest. xo

Another Emergency Visit

  I wrote a post not that long ago about needing to go to the doctor with all four of my children and then needing to go to the Emergency to get a cast for my six year old daughter. Well not that many days later I am in my homeschool room trying to help my six year old with reading. I have sent my two year old and ten year old into the living room as they were being too loud and I wanted to try to help the six year old focus. Suddenly I hear the scream. You may know what I am talking about  ~ you don't hear it all that often unless someone is hurt quite badly. I have heard it a time or two and once again it sent me flying out of my chair and stumbling towards the sound. I caught my two year old just as the blood was starting to pour off his forehead towards the light grey carpet. The I rushed him to the kitchen catching blood in my hands as he screamed and screamed. He had tripped and his forehead had connected with our rock hearth and immediately split wide open. After I figured out what happened and got my wits about me again and stemmed the bleeding I decided another group trip to the ER (Emergency Room at the local hospital) was in order. I tried to cover all my bases. I packed water and books and diapers and yet forgot something for his forehead to stem the bleeding and snacks. After making sure everyone looked like they were loved and nurtured as I did not want to raise any alarm bells at the Emergency considering they would probably still recognize me from last time...off we went. When we got there I frantically rummaged through my cess pool of a van trying to find something to stop the bleeding again murmuring about my idiocy to myself. My two middle children looked at me askance and assured me I was wonderful and amazing and not an idiot! That got me through the next couple hours. We got into the ER and went through the three lovely ladies you have to see before you are sitting in the second waiting room where you will be called at some point in time to proceed to the third waiting room where you will finally be seen by a doctor. The children knew the drill but the six year old went up and down up and down on her crutches trying to get out some energy before we were stuck in a small room. Thankfully there were not fifty people crammed in the waiting room so she was able to exert herself while not hurting anyone. The baby went between pushing the stroller around (I tried to keep the six year from being tangled in it), and sitting on my lap worrying about seeing a doctor. The ten year old was an angel. When we got in they kindly put us in a room with a door. Last time they had us in a corridor. The door kept us contained! There were not enough chairs but there was a bed so I made the six year old lie in it for a while so she couldn't set off any alarms. People came in and out checking the two year old and he would scream bloody murder but we had to wait for twenty minutes for a freezing to set in so we waited. It is funny how time slows down when you are stuck in a small room with three small people waiting for a wide open forehead to freeze. I took a minute to really look at them. My six year old stuck out. She had a full sleeve of colorful tattoos and a bow tie around her neck. She had fake black wide rimmed glasses on and then her cast and homemade crutches. She and the ten year old immediately asked for rubber gloves when we got in the room and blew them up and made up stories about them. We laughed and laughed and laughed and then I remembered where we were and we tried to be more quiet. Finally the doctor came and then all hell broke loose. The two middle children closed their eyes and shut their ears. The two year old was corralled in a blanket so he could not move, I held him down and the doctor stitched. It was horrible. The two year old honestly thought he was going to die. In the end I held him and the doctor left and we all shakily proceeded to get ice cream and pick up the oldest from school. I hope against hope that that was it for a while. ER visits age me.

                                                         Here is my six year old

                                                 Here is baby before he got his scar.

                                                      Here is ten year old in his glory

A New Baby

  A new baby ~ No matter how many babies come into your family each one deserves a celebration! To some that may mean a huge announcement or gender reveal party or multiple baby showers. To others it means much more subtle celebrations. Ones that are quieter but just as heart felt.
The pictures coming are taken days before baby number eight arrived. He is precious and oh so celebrated. We are glad he has come.