The Week (Maybe A Little More) In Review

It really is my goal to update this blog every other day. So far, I am failing. Not that there is really all that much going on at our house, but I have a lot of thoughts I would just love to share with you. (I am sure that you would just love to read them.) We'll see how I do. Here is what we have done in last week and a little bit.

My husband thinks I'm crazy. Well, he thinks I'm crazy most of the time, but last weekend it was because I wanted to get out the Christmas decorations. I have a perfectly good reason for this: Usually I like to put up Christmas the weekend before Thanksgiving so that it is already up when we come back from visiting family. This year, the High School Huddle Retreat is that weekend, so we needed to get up the weekend before. See, perfectly reasonable. We set up the Christmas tree on Friday night. It went pretty fast since I had Batman to help!



Brad and I in front of the decorated tree. (Eli took our pic...isn't he talented. We only had to delete about 30 pictures because we forgot to get it back from him immediately.)



Phoebe helped by adding a little bit of holiday flair.



This is Eli's Dallas Cowboys Christmas tree. He is very proud of it.



In the midst of the storm. (My house does not look like this anymore.)



I spent the rest of the weekend finding my house again. Eli asked why we put up Christmas decorations anyway. I told him it was because they make the house look festive. I don't think he was convinced. Wednesday was Brad's birthday...#31. I got my hair cut pretty short that morning. There are no pics, yet, but I really like it. Brad says he is still getting used to it. I'll try to find a good one so everyone else can weigh in. Oh wait, I really don't want anyone else's opinion on my hair because I really like it and I'm not sure I could take the criticism. He had a meeting that night, so we celebrated at lunch. He had a meeting on Tuesday night, as well, so it was a pretty low key birthday. Looks pretty good for 31, don't you think?



This weekend we went on the Huddle Retreat. Eli and Phoebe went to Lubbock to stay with Brad's brother and sister-in-law. They had so much fun with their cousins, Brayden and Tanner. I'm not sure what they did, but I know it didn't involve sleeping...at least for Eli. He fell asleep eating chicken nuggets in the car on the way home and slept the entire two hours. Today he took another two hour nap! I'll have to post pictures of the retreat later because there are so many to look through. (Sorry, Jimmy, your throwing up picture is probably not going to make it on the blog.) We got back yesterday and today I played catch up. Brad wondered at lunch why in a short week, the days that are normal seem so incredibly busy. Why, indeed?

Eli-isms

Just a few of the funny things that Eli has said the last week or so. Hope you enjoy them like we did.

Eli and Brad had this conversation right before Brad went to work:
Eli: Dad, are you going to work?
Brad: Yes.
Eli: Where's your work purse?
Brad: My "work purse"?
Eli: Your purse that you carry your computer in.

While driving in the car sometime last week:
Eli: Mom, I want to go "snoogle."
Me: What's "snoogling?"
Eli: You know, where you hold that pole in your mouth in the water and bubbles come out.

On Saturday, I was watching the Food Network and this is what he said to Brad:
Eli: Dad, do like to watch this girl show? We should watch a boy show.
Brad: What's a boy show?
Eli: One that's about hunting.

Yesterday on the way home from Small Group, Eli and I had a conversation about prayer:
Eli: Did you pray at small group?
Me: Yes.
Eli: Did you pray for wisdom?
Me: I'm sure we did.
Eli: Did you get it?
Me: Um...I'll let you know.

In other news...Phoebe has her first tooth! I would take a picture, but you can't really see it so there would be no point. It's just barely poking through, but you can feel it with your finger. Very exciting! I'm a little worried that she is going to bite Eli one day because he tends to pester her. I know, it's hard to believe.

Funny Girl

Phoebe is a funny, funny girl. Her little personality is just starting to show through more and more every day. How is it possible that the days fly by so much more quickly with your second child than they did with your first?! All of a sudden she is already 8 1/2 months old and every day goes by even faster. I don't like those lillypad counters that some people put at the top of their blogs telling how many years, months, and days their children are. (The pregnancy counters are okay because every pregnant woman is waiting for the pregnancy to end!) It is a daily reminder that your child one more day away from growing up and leaving home. Personally, I can't take the stress. I like to live in ignorance. Here are a couple of pictures of my sweet girl from this week.

This is Phoebe and her friend, Dacie. My friend Missy, is holding both girls, and neither one of them belong to her. (She has her own absolutely precious 5 year old girl, but likes to play with our babies sometimes to remember.) We missed Phoebe and Dacie really "playing" together. Phoebe was putting her fingers in Dacie's mouth where Dacie would suck on them and make both girls smile. You'll just have to imagine it because by the time I got my camera out, they had stopped.



I thought at the time I took this picture that Phoebe's applesauce was a little tart. Then I realized that she has started making this face every time she eats. We don't know why.



Playing "Ride A Little Horsey" with Daddy and Eli. She laughed harder when Eli would start laughing.



(Oh, I think that I should mention that Phoebe only has a bow on in one of these pictures. The other two were taken at dinner and after dinner and I have to take her bow off because she puts her hands in her mouth and then all over her bow. It makes a huge mess!)

We are off to do some Christmas shopping this morning! Great fun. I know my kids are thrilled. Happy Friday!

We have not, in fact, fallen off the face of the planet. I'd like to tell you that I have the excuse that we were out of town, or we were freakishly busy, or somebody was sick, but I can't because none of it is true. I was just so intimidated by this "grandparent post" (one that contains a lot of pictures) that I kept putting it off. I have not mastered the slideshow stuff so I have to post them individually and it really takes a long time. Oh well, no time like the present!

We had a pretty good Halloween, although it seemed to last for days! Sunday we had our Funavil at church, then Tuesday the kids went Trick-or-Treating at Kid U, and then Wednesday Eli went Trick-or-Treating with Brad around the neighborhood. We really got our money's worth out of those costumes.

Brad and Phoebe at our church's Funavil.



Eli and "Army Guy" Landon.


Eli and "Fireman" Sandler.


Eli and "Hobo" Sophie.


By the way, Eli is making his "pirate" face in all these pictures. He's usually a very cute kid!

Eli, "Woody" Dayton, "PowerRanger" Brock, and "Dallas Cowboy" Corbin. This picture was actually taken at Kid University on Tuesday.


Phoebe and her friend, Chloe.



Halloween Night!





Oh, I should also mention that I made Eli's and Phoebe's Halloween costumes. I just felt the need to pat myself on the back because they turned out pretty cute!

This is not a Halloween picture, but it's a pretty cool picture of Eli and a snake. We went to the Discovery Center last week on Wednesday where we know one of the girls who works there. She brought out the snake for the kids to touch. They were completely unafraid, unlike the mommies who stood a bit back to take pictures!

Be Still My Soul

A few weeks ago our preacher preached a sermon on patience. It was hard to hear, to say the least. Impatience is one of my biggest faults...if not the biggest. All this cancer stuff has been especially hard to deal with because I just want to do something big, wipe my hands, and be done with it. This waiting and praying and wondering is awful. Sometimes I wish I could just take a little peek at five years down the road and know that it will all work out alright. Life doesn't work that way. God doesn't work that way. His timing is not our timing. It is a hard and painful lesson to learn...maybe someday I'll actually "get" it. At the end of the sermon, the praise team sang the beautiful hymn "Be Still My Soul." I don't know when it was written (except that it's old) or the story behind it. I know that it reached in and touched my heart. I am a word girl. I love books. I love stories. I love poetry. I just love words. Most often, I am brought to tears by the old hymns because the language is so rich and beautiful. (Not that the "new" songs aren't beautiful, as well, I just seem to connect with some songs more than others.) "Be Still My Soul" is one of those songs. I've sung it before, I knew the words, but this time they spoke to me. I've reflected on it many a time in the last few weeks. Two days ago, my uncle sent me a letter with the same song written in it. He felt it on his heart to share the song with me...unbeknownst to him that I already had the song playing in my head the last few weeks. It was pretty cool. So here are the words. Sing them if you want, but drink in the words.

"Be still, my soul
The Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, he faithful will remain.

Be still, my soul;
Thy best, thy heavenly friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul;
Thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as he has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.

The Results Are In...

I finally heard from my doctors in Boston yesterday. I'm sorry it took so long to post something, but we are still playing a little catch-up from the weekend. You'll all be happy to know that I have finished my last load of laundry and will get it folded tonight. Unfortunately we are still wearing clothes so it starts all over again. Anyway, back to the important stuff, the short explanation to what the doctor said is that he was happy with what he saw on the scans. Here's the longer explanation. The tumor on my liver that was 3 inches x 3 inches in March and 1 1/2 inches x 1 1/2 inches in July (he chalked up most of that shrinkage to blood draining away from where the tumor had been) is now 1/2 inch x 1/2 inch. He is still not sure if the tumor is still losing blood that it had seeped making it appear smaller or if the tumor itself is shrinking. Either way it's good news because it is not growing. The other tumor in my liver that was 1/2 x 1/2 inch looks somewhat smaller, although not significantly, but it isn't any bigger. What they thought was a tumor on my spleen is looking less like a tumor and they are unsure of what it is. It could be scar tissue or a bowel loop or some other words that I can't spell much less remember. The "spot" on my lungs is still unknown. It hasn't gotten any bigger or smaller and they still don't know what that is. He mentioned a few more words that I don't remember that it could be, but they are not too concerned about it unless it starts to grow or change, which it hasn't. This is all very good news. I will continue taking Gleevec for 3 more months at the dosage I am currently taking and will do another CT scan and MRI in three months. He talked some about staying on Gleevec for the rest of my life to keep new cells from forming and keeping the tumors that are already there in check. They are very good at making patients feel important and cared about. When he was asking about my side affects and I explained them to him, he said, "I wish there was some way for you not to have any side affects." I was just struck at his empathy. However, I feel like if the Gleevec is working then all the other stuff is just something I can learn to deal with. I just need to redefine what "normal" is for me. Maybe it's something akin to what people suffering from MS go through. They just have to readjust they way they define "good" and "bad" days. Who can really say what "normal" is in the first place?

Thank you so much for your prayers! I know they have made a difference and I ask that you continue to pray for my family and my marriage as we learn to deal with this and a life on chemotherapy.

Ear Infections and ACU

The lack of blogging has been due to Phoebe's first ear infection. It's also my first ear infection as a mom. Eli has never had one so this is all new. Ear infections are no fun. I am sure that all the hundreds of moms out there reading this are wondering why I felt the need to state the oh-so-obvious. I'm not sure, either, but I have now joined the ranks! She was diagnosed last Tuesday after I took her home from KU with a fever of 103.5. That scared me a little so I called our doctor who diagnosed the ear infection. She had fever on and off for a few more days and she HATES the antibiotic she's taking. Most of last week she just wanted to be held. Here is my mommy confession: I kinda secretly enjoy when my children are sick. I hate that they feel bad, but all they want to do is be held and rocked by their mommy. It's just such a sweet time because they aren't wiggling or squirming or fussing...they are just being held. When the fever finally went down it wasn't quite as sweet anymore because then she wanted me to hold her standing up and walking around. She still has a few more days on her antibiotics, but she is definitely feeling better.

Friday after lunch we headed down to Abilene for Homecoming. As usual, I didn't take near the pictures I should have, but it was great. Brad and I LOVE ACU. We both have so many good memories that I could spend an entire blog writing how wonderful that school is. It's just so unique! We made it for the carnival this year and were really surprised at how good it was. They had bounce houses, a petting zoo, face painting, big slides, and fair food...need I say more? It was nice because you got to see all of your long lost friends and their children without having to wrestle your children or keep them distracted. Such a great idea. Eli even got his picture taken with the "big rat" otherwise known as Willy the Wildcat. Of course, it was not on my camera so I cannot post it on this blog. You'll just have to imagine. Eli loved the parade. No pictures though. He spent the entire time standing in front of a bunch of people we don't know because the sun was in his eyes and he kept moving farther down to get it out of his eyes. I still think the Christian Village float is my favorite. They give away lots of free stuff. I think I wound up with seven highlighters that read "Retirement is the 'highlight' of my life." You might think they were a little hokey, but it saved us during lunch, dinner, and church the next morning when Eli was getting a little bored. They were triangular and had a different color marker on each point. He was fascinated. We got to catch up with a lot of people we hadn't seen in months. I was absolutely amazed at the number of people who went out of their way to tell me that they were praying for me and my family. I was so dumbfounded that most of the time I sounded like a nitwit at best or insincere at worst. People that I was convinced that I remember them from ACU, but that they didn't remember me told me that they read my blog and prayed for me daily. When Eli went to the Children's Worship at Highland on Sunday, the girl in charge told my mom that she recognized Eli from my blog (and that he was cuter in person) and I don't even know her at all! I am truly humbled. So here is what I would like to say to all of you who read this blog: Thank you for blessing me with your time. Thank you for remembering me and my struggle and my precious family in your prayers daily. I feel the burden of all this lift a little when I know that others share in my misery. If nothing else, this weekend opened my eyes to the number of prayer warriors I have on their knees for me. As for that, we have not heard anything yet from my doctors in Dallas or Boston. We sent the films to them Friday a week ago so it's not unrealistic that we haven't heard anything. Thank you for asking and praying. Hopefully we’ll know something in the next day or so.

There is one picture that I got from this weekend. This is a picture of my grandparents, Grady and Margaret Jolly, with my children. If it looks like Grandfather is trying to restrain Eli it’s probably because he was.

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

It really is the most wonderful time of the year. I'm not talking about the cool crispness that is (finally) in the air or the wonderful fall dishes that I am suddenly craving or all the exciting prep for the holidays or the snuggling up under the covers with a really good book...even though I do love all of those things. I'm talking about the arrival of the holiday Coffee Mate creamers at the grocery store. Pumpkin Spice, Peppermint Mocha, Gingerbread...YUM. (I'm not a huge fan of the Eggnog.) I love Starbucks as much as the next girl, but there is just something about pouring your own steaming mug of coffee and adding those delicious flavors without having to change out of your pajamas and get into a cold car. It was a glorious day when I spotted those creamers in the "special" middle aisle at Wal-Mart. You know, the place they reserve for all things seasonal that you just cannot live without. (I think they do that so you'll walk around the store for twenty minutes looking for what you need because it is not in the logical place with all the other creamers...I'm not a huge fan of Wally World.) Sometimes you just have to sit back and appreciate the small things that make life great. Like holiday coffee creamers.

Here are a few pictures for those of you who only check my blog to see my children. We wouldn't want a grandparent revolt or anything.

Eli and Phoebe "playing" cars.



"I'm pretty sassy with my bow to one side!"

Yet Another Pumpkin Patch Post

It seems like all my friends with children are blogging about their families trip to the Pumpkin Patch. I didn't want to be left out! Also, we have the BEST Pumpkin Patch to go to when we head to Albuquerque each fall. Brad's brother and his wife run the McCall's Pumpkin Patch just east of Albuquerque on I-40. It's AMAZING!! My parents met us there this year to experience all the fun and we had a great weekend.

Opps...

The time on my post this morning was correct. Our computer has been saying it was two hours earlier so I thought it would say that I had posted at 4:30am instead of 6:30am. I really was blogging at 6:30am and I had been up an hour. Morning is my very best time!