So my sweet Caleb is sick.  He had 105 degree temp last night!! Yikes! Today he felt a little bit better. I mean after all, he only had 103 for most of the day - almost well!!

Right???

Sigh!!

Because he was SO much better, Hubby decided to make a grocery store run to get him something special to eat that might appeal to him. He is my other sensory kid and has a really hard time with food. When hubby asked my sweet boy what he might want, all he said was to get some chocolate chip pancakes because we were out and "the boys" (aka, his brothers) really liked chocolate chip pancakes!!! Ok, can I hear a collective, AWWWWWW!!!!

My sweet Caleb has his struggles in life (namely his brothers - I'm kidding - really - hehe) but he has a heart of gold and is always thinking of others and is always deep in thought!

One night as I was hugging him goodnight for the umpteenth time, he said, "Wait Momma, I need to take my PJ top off so I can feel the love," and asked for another "shirtless" hug!!! Grin!!!

Last week as we were leaving soccer practice (as we often are) he must have been lost in thought because on the car ride home he said, "Momma, Spring is beautiful. Lizzie is beautiful, so Lizzie is like Spring!" Oh be still my heart!!!

Ok, ok, I forgive you for not ever eating anything - ever!!! I think what God didn't give you in the good eating department, he more than made up for in the sweetness department!!!

So, my sweet baby boy is sick and just who does he cuddle with for comfort????

His lovin' Momma, you say????

Um, no!!!



That someone would be Lily, our wonderful foster doggie!!!!



I can't really blame him. She is awfully snugly and she did manage to get a smile out of him!!!

Right after I took these pics, I received an email with a wonderful little story about dogs and how great they are and I just had to post it after seeing (over and over again) how much comfort our pups bring to our kids

A Dog's Purpose? (from a 6-year-old).

Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives.

Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.''

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live.

He said,''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'' The Six-year-old continued,

''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''

Our Nanny

Not feeling great tonight so my Sunday Snapshot will be short and sweet - very sweet!

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Meet Taz



Our Nanny Dog



and real live "Pillow Pet!"



He's so good, he even watches over the baby dolls!! Hehe!

A Star is Born???

OH NO!!!!!



I think we might have a future "American Idol"




Really???

Or maybe "Dancing With the Stars?"



Oh give me strength!!!



OR...



Wrestle Mania???? Crud!!!

How does this happen??? Please tell me!!



Oh well, the "mate less" socks now have a new life and purpose in my "dust rag" drawer! Hey, anything is better than covering my boys' stinky feet 24/7!!! You could even think of it as a promotion of sorts!!



One of them also made a great ice pack insulator when Miss Lizzie decided to split her lip yesterday! UGH! Just make sure you put the ice in a zip lock baggie first and make sure you WASH the sock!!! hehe!! Wonder what other uses I can think of for these recycled socks?? Will have to let you know what I come up with! Any suggestions?

THE Question

Well, on Monday the question was asked, the question that I had anticipated, but dreaded finally came and of course, came while we were in the car! The other question, you know the "did I grow in your tummy" question came in the car too. Come to think of it whenever Lizzie brings up the birth mommie subject, we are always in the car. I can remember as a child getting lost in thought (deep thought) on car trips too. Like mother like daughter I guess!! Glad to know that she didn't get just her hard head from me!!!



So earlier in the day on Monday, we went to Target to purchase a birthday gift for the girls' friend who was having a formal tea party birthday - will have to share about that later - too cute!!





While we were there and because I just cannot go to Target without buying something else other than what I was actually going there for, we decided that the girls needed some sandals (which they seriously do - really - I promise!!). Anyway, they had a great time trying on ALL the sandals they could reach and finally decided on some adorable sparkly flip flops (on sale, I might add). Lizzie chose some just like Em's but because her feet are so much smaller and because she has no toes on her non clubfoot except for one tiny toe (you know the one that went wee, wee, wee all the way home), her flip flops had the strap around the back of the heel. So, the part of the flop that goes in between your big toe and second toe ended up fitting in between the top of her foot and her one little toe. I could almost see the wheels turning in her beautiful mind but I decided to just let her be and let her try on whatever she wanted to and pick out (within reason) whatever she wanted. I will always remember a post I saw in one of my yahoo groups from a Mom whose daughter had no toes. Her wonderful post was about her amazing daughter's sheer determination to wear flip flops because she wanted to wear flip flops! Somehow, her daughter managed to keep those flops on - with no toes! What a lesson that post was to me and I know my Lizzie has that same determination, round here we call it hard headedness!!!



Anyway, once the girls had made their decision, we left (quickly before they changed their minds) and went home to get ready for the fab tea party. Later that day, as we were driving to the main event, I heard my sweet girl's voice from the back of the car.

Lizzie finally asked me why. "Mommie, why are my hands and feet different than Em's?" "Why do I have some toes (on her clubfoot) and not some toes?" "Why do I have some fingers and not some fingers?"

Sigh. Deep breath.

I mustered up every ounce of strength I had to not cry. Lizzie didn't need me to cry. She needed to know that it was ok, that she was ok, that her hands and her feet were ok. Lizzie needed to hear that from me, and she did. Not only did she hear it from me, however, but also from her apparently, "smarter than her Mommie" sister!!



Little did I know that Miss Em, would just instinctively know what to say. I had been researching this for years. Heck, I grew up with my amazing brother who has LD's but I still needed to hear from other parents of LD kids, needed to research any and every Internet site, needed to go over and over this conversation in my mind about a bazillion times and yes, bug my poor hubby about how I was so scared that I would mess it up!! I know he wishes sometimes that I came with "mute" button!!!

Emmeline in her fabulous 4 year old wisdom jumped right in on the conversation and didn't miss a beat - with no preparation!!!



The little stinker! I wonder if I can hire her to have all of the, ahem, "conversations" around here. You know like, how do babies get in your tummy? Oh wait, that would mean that I would have to have that conversation with Em first!! Never mind!!! hehe!!!

So as we drove down the road to the girls first ever fancy tea party, we talked. We talked about how Lizzie was just born that way and that she can do anything anybody else can do,





and that everybody is different and special. We talked about people's differences and how those differences make the world an interesting and beautiful place.

Em pointed out that Mommie is old and Emmeline is not!! Gee thanks Em!!! Heh!!

We also talked about words that Lizzie can use if someone asks her about her hands and that she can tell them that she doesn't want to answer the question if she doesn't feel like answering the question. We also talked about the fact that she can ask any of her siblings (she has quite a few) or mommie or daddy for help in answering those questions. We talked until Lizzie was ready to not talk anymore and it was fine. She was fine and yes, I survived.



We went on to the fancy tea party and I noticed that Lizzie was a little more clingy than usual and that's ok too.



I know that we will revisit this conversation many, many times and I also know that it will get harder as she gets older. I also know, however, my incredible daughter and I know that she is strong and courageous and determined (hard headed) and absolutely beautiful just the way she is and I am infinitely proud to be her Mommie!!!

Thank you to our troops!!

Every now and then we get a magazine from USAA that hubby will skim through or if I get it first, will just throw away ! In this issue, however, hubby came across a picture that took his breath away and the story behind it just reinforces what our troops and their families sacrifice each and every day to protect our freedom.



Here is what was written about the picture:

This photo was taken by Abby Bennethum last July as her husband’s Army reserve unit was deploying to Iraq. Staff Sergeant Brett Bennethum’s unit was called into formation to receive its finial instructions, but the young soldier’s 4-year-old daughter Paige refused to let go of her father’s hand.
Realizing the importance of this moment, Bennethum’s commanding officer allowed the little girl to stand alongside her daddy and spend those final moments holding his hand before he left to serve his county.
Similar poignant scenes play out thousands if times each year across America, as servicemen and servicewomen leave their friends and families behind in defense of our freedom.

Wow - and Thank you!!!

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Sunday Snapshot

This week's Sunday Snapshot is all about my Mom's yard! Weird, I know but bear with me a bit!

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Anyway, on to my Mom's yard. Do you have something that can just take you right back to your childhood? I mean really take you back!

My Mom's yard is one of those things for me.

You see, my Parents have lived in the same house for about 41 years. That just does not happen very often these days and I think it is kind of a shame.

I mean, I know there are pros and cons to living in the same place for your lifetime just as there are pros and cons to moving around a bit, but I guess I know only of my experience and it has been very comforting to be able to go home, truly home, when I needed to.

Hubby's family moved quited a bit as he was growing up and an advantage he gained was his ability to make friends a heck of a lot easier than I do. He is much more social and handles change better than I. I tend to be a home body and am still closest to the friends that I had growing up.

But once again, I digress!! My Mom is a wonderful gardener - a green thumb! She has always loved to work in the yard and has always managed to have a beautiful garden.



Unfortunately, I did not inherit her green thumb. Not only do I not have her green thumb (who thought of that phrase anyway), but I would have to admit that I have a definite brown thumb! She has not lost hope, however and will still give me a beautiful "green" plant every so often that ALWAYS turns "brown" in my house. I have told her that those poor plants must scream in terror as they leave the plant spa (her house) and come to the plant house of horrors (my house)!!

Maybe she's right? Maybe there is hope? Maybe I don't have a true brown thumb after all? Maybe it is simply a "5 kids and no time to water" thumb!!! Hehe!

When I go home, especially this time of year, I am instantly transported back to my childhood. The Camilla's are fading and the azaleas are in bloom, the dogwoods are beautiful and all the trees are so green.





I can remember sitting in my room as a child and listening to the wind in the tall pine trees and watching them sway. It was such a peaceful feeling and I know that is why I have always loved having trees around me.



As soon as those azaleas started to bloom, my brother and I would head out, usually in our pj's, to pick a beautiful bouquet for Mom! She could make even the worst cut flowers look like a professional arrangement!!



I can remember playing all kinds of imaginary games in that wonderful yard. We would climb trees, hide among the bushes and catch fireflies at night!




I have some wonderful memories from my Mom's yard and now - my kids are making their own wonderful memories in that yard.

Thanks Mom!