A petition for your prayers

I will be going to a different endocrinologist on Friday. I am petitioning your prayers. Specifically, that if there is something we need to find, we will find it. And that the doctor will be inspired to do the necessary testing. Also, that if everything comes back ok, that we will know/find the best way to help her.

She continues to gain weight. She has gained 5-6lbs more since the beginning of March. She now weighs between 47 and 49lbs, depending on the time of day. I have tears running down my face as I type... it is very hard to see my two year old like this. I try to be strong, and I know things can be sooo much worse, but sometimes I just feel sad when I look at her...or when I try the fifth dress on that she can't fit, or when I see others look at her with natural curiosity. (She kind of stands out being so chunky and walking like a young toddler.)

Enough of my pity party, I'm going to bed now. Thanks in advance for the prayers.

MMMM....strawberries.

These were delicious!

Although I dread the Phoenix summers, there is one thing that I look forward to....summer fruits. The grocery stores have awesome sales here too. I love strawberries, especially for 99 cents a pound!

And note to self: we had an awesome winter, and an absolutely beautiful spring... with nice cool evenings. So, when it is 115 degrees outside and you have the desire to move from this state, remember that it WILL end. Then you can read other people's blogs about their never ending COLD, gray, ugly days, snowing from October to April, etc...... and you'll be thankful that your kids can play outside with the sun shining. Maybe we should all move to Southern California and be happy (weather wise) year round.

Ignore my messy house in the background. I like to pretend that I'm clean. I will even pick up just so I can take a picture without a messy background... but not this time.

Happy 6th Birthday Hailey!

Ok- her birthday was March 26th, but better late than never.
She saw this dessert illustrated in a book and wanted it. I said, "okay dokay!" A pile of ice cream surrounded by oreos...so easy. It would've looked cute with pink and brown ice cream too, but she wanted vanilla.
On her birthday (a Wednesday): she chose her dinner and activities-> pasta with chx and veggies, fruit salad, caesar salad and garlic bread. Then we went to the park, came back and sang happy birthday, and watched "Enchanted."
We had the family over on Friday and had another birtday party for her with a big birthday cookie.
We also had a special Saturday for her. We went to see "Horton hears a Who" and walked the mall. She bought some toys at the toy store with her birthday money (from grandparents... thank you); and then she did this....

see that little something in her ear? She got her ear's pierced. She didn't even flinch. Such a tough girl. This is for Grandma D. Thanks for all of the cute outfits, etc.

And since I wrote one last year... here is a little note about your pesonality Hailey Noelle.

Dear Hailey,

Wow! I can't believe my girl is six year's old. You started kindergarten this year and absolutely love it. You are doing very well! It is so fun to see you learning to read.... it seems it has all started to click and you are suddenly picking it up quickly. We were playing "Scene it" the other night and you read, "All play to win." It is so cute to see your excitement! You feel very proud of yourself.

Your teacher says that you are a little perfectionist. Your handwriting is impressive. (I should scan a piece... except I need a scanner.) You come home everyday and empty out the papers from your backpack, hang your backpack on a hook, and then take your shoes off and put them on the shelf. (Kaden still needs reminding to do some of these things.) I can tell you like order.

You are pretty independent. You will take a shower by yourself, and wash and condition your hair. I usually bring you a towel, but then you dry off, put your dirty clothes away, and go get yourself clean underwear and jammies. You also grab a comb and brush your own hair out.

You love girly things and have become very picky about your clothing. You like to look pretty, but do not want to stand out at all (the not wanting to "stand out" part reminds me of me). This goes for hair styles too... it can't be too 'different'. It worries me that you care already what others think.. I think this goes along with being somewhat shy. I always wished that I didn't care so much about what others thought when I was young. (I don't care so much as an adult.)

You can be a little tease to your brother.. you can definitely 'hold your own'. You also like to tattle-tell on him. Most of the time you guys get along though. You usually play very rough with him.. lot's of chasing, pillow bopping, wrestling, dancing, smacking each other, etc. Usually someone ends up hurt or crying... and mom doesn't want to hear it (I'm very compassionate like that).

You are still a sweetheart to dad and I, and very rarely need a time out. You are very obedient and usually say, "Sure mom", when I ask you to do something. You also are willing to try any food placed in front of you. I don't think we have ever had a food battle with you. The only time you get reprimanded is when you tease your brother or get too whiny about something. However, that being said, you are not a very whiny little girl compared to many.... thank goodness. You are quite the trooper, except when extremely tired. You hit this wall around 8pm every night and actually tell us you want to go to sleep.

You like to do what is right and have very good self control. You are very honest. I love this about you. (You remind me a little of Aunt Hollie in that way).

Hailey, we are so happy that you came to our family. We love you very much! I feel so blessed to be your mother. Happy 6th Birthday!

Love,

Mom

I know you've seen this picture. Thayne's aunt needs a family picture of us for a book she is making. My email is being lame and won't let me send it-- so I am posting it here. Hope this works for you Diane.

My sister tagged me.

This tag is all about me in pictures.

(all pictures from flickr)

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Color:

Holiday:
Animal: (Ok, I'm not really an animal lover, but this is cute.)






And as a kid, these were my favorite (probably because my best friend loved them.) Food:



and unfortunately, anything related to this
Vacation spot: (these are where I want to go)

Worst habit:
Which leads to this:

and this:

Job:

Dessert: (pretty much anything with sugar, but whipped cream and berries make me happy)
Hobbies:

I would love to get into this, but I need the equipment.
I would like to do more of this

Me:

Have you guys ever done one of those celebrity look-a-like meters? I did one with this picture and it told me I looked like Beyonce. I took a different picture and did it again.... and Beyonce was my number one.... again. I pretty much think the thing is accurate. I get mistaken for Beyonce all of the time... especially my figure and my nice tan. By the way, my singing voice is pretty similar too.

I've been a bad blogger lately.

There are many reasons why.

Here is this week's reason.

I have strep throat. I won't bother you with a real picture. I don't want to make you heave.

Where did I catch it from, you ask. Who knows? We've caught all sorts of cooties since January. It's starting to be embarrassing.

I went into the doctors today and he took a look at my throat and said,

"Ewww, yikes, that's a nasty one."

Then he felt my neck glands and said,

"Oh, man, oh yeah, those are swollen."

Then he swabbed the back of my throat and looked at the swab, and said,

"Ewww, yeah, you've definitely got strep. Nasty."

The test results came back VERY positive. He asked,

"Would you like a shot or a z pack?

Me: "Where do you put the shot? (in a swollen tongue voice)

"In your bottom."

Me: "I think I'll take the z pack."

I was a little afraid he might say, "Eww, nasty." when he gave me the shot in my fanny.

(He was actually a funny doc.)

Now let's hope I didn't pass it to everyone else.

Maran, I'll try to do your tag soon.... I don't want to grow horns out of my head.