My Ebenezer

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We’re in the middle of taking down all the Christmas stuff and I have several boxed ready to go to the attic. Knowing daddy-o will soon be taking them up, I couldn’t resist a little practical joke. We’ve been known to have rats in our attic from time to time, a neighborhood-wide problem. It’s always scary going in the attic and we’re always very cautious opening the hatch, just in case. Although we haven’t had any rat action in recent months, I still think daddy-o is going to jump out of his skin when he pulls open the hatch later today.

I took a black t-shirt and balled it up tight and placed it just right so that when the hatch is about half-way open, it will fall on him!
There isn’t much that scares him but daddy-o has a thing about rodents. (don’t we all?) I’ll try to catch it on video and if he doesn’t say anything terrible, I’ll put it up for your viewing pleasure!

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Those of you with password access to picture posts will be surprised when you try to use your password on any posts after this one titled, “For my heart only”. There are some thoughts I want to capture here so the kids will have it later, but it will be for them only. So don’t feel like an outcast when you can’t get to the post, it’s not you, it’s me. Really.
I’ve been very open about the entire process and will continue to be that way. One thing I have learned, however, is that when traveling these unchartered waters sometimes it’s best to go with your gut. While people mean well with words of wisdom and advice, it’s up to Daddy-o and I to choose what is best for our family. Not everyone would agree with all of our choices and that’s okay, but there are a few things that I’d rather not know you disagree with. Did that even make sense? Errr, umm….I feel we are doing what is right and I don’t need anyone making me second guess myself.

Whatever. Some of my thoughts are private and I won’t share them with you. So there.

And I guess I’m just evil for writing all of this instead of just saying, some posts are private - deal with it.

C’est la vie.

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Which do you want first?

Good news is that Speedy’s new car will not have diaper rash.

Bad news is that a plastic car painted with Boudreaux’s Butt Paste is harder than you might think to clean.

Stop laughing. Now. I mean it.

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Reason number 3876 why I should not win the mother of the year award:

Talking with Princess’ doctor this morning, he mentioned that he was going to give her another RX for the antibiotic she’s been taking. Because she now has Bronchiolitis and is on a nebeulizer with Albutural, he felt it best to stay on the antibiotic. Here’s the part where I display my retarded mothering skills: He says, “she’ll continue on this antibiotic at 1/2 teaspoon twice a day.” The only smart thing I did was to not open my mouth and let my thoughts poor out: “TWICE a day? OH MY GOSH! Did he really just say TWICE  a day? No wonder she’s still sick and ran fever for so long, I’ve only been giving it to her ONCE a day. Dang! There goes my Mother of the Year award………again.”

But, I just nodded and smiled and acted like I knew what I was doing. And then went home and read the instructions for the nebeulizer twenty times. And, yes, I did read the instructions for the antibiotic, I just chose not to process what it said. And, mom, I love you but if you call me and say something like, “don’t you know you’re supposed to check the label every time” I think I’ll scream. 
My butt is already sore from my own foot kicking it.

I must say, though, that Princess is quite the little trooper. She doesn’t mind the breathing treatments at all and even laughs part of the time. And so far, it doesn’t make her hyper. But it does make me a little hyper. Although she doesn’t mind it, she does wiggle a lot so i have to hold her close to me to keep her still and I end up inhaling part of the medicine as well. I had lots of energy after this morning’s treatment and I’m thinking it won’t be a bad way to start tomorrow. ha ha ha

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So I’ve been thinking we could all use a little more pink in our lives.

I bought two more pairs of fat pants today; one in the same color (black) and one in dark gray. I think I’ll wear them until summer.

I’m reading Stormie Omartian’s Power of a Praying Parent and so is my sister. We’re supposed to be having some kind of discussions about it or something - anyone want to join in?

Christmas was a ton of fun and I think we are all still recuperating. Speedy has so many new toys that he is keeping himself pretty busy most of the day and so is Princess.

I can’t believe I will be giving her a one year birthday party in just a month! That’s insane, she can’t possibly be turning one! I’m hoping the adoption will finalize around that time and we can celebrate everything all at once. And please, NO PRESENTS. I don’t think there is anything you could buy that they don’t already have anyway.

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There’s a new relationship in my life I’ve been meaning to tell you about. Have you ever felt that you’d found a part of yourself that had been missing? A piece that made every other part of you feel better? You know, that feeling you get when you curl up in a big blanket by a fire on a cold, rainy day……..or when you take that first bite of Brownie Batter Ice Cream from Ben and Jerry’s……or when you’re all dressed up and looking your finest…..

You know what I mean. Right?

I’ve neglected to write about it before because I know that as good as it makes me feel, it is really an unhealthy relationship. Honestly, it has become a little obsessive.

I feel like I can’t go a day without it and I don’t know what I’d do if I had to.

Fat pants. What would we do without them? I have a new pair and I’ve had them on since Christmas Eve. Okay, I’ve parted with them briefly so they could be washed, but other than that they have been stuck to my butt. I even slept in them last night and I NEVER sleep in pants. These are the best fat pants ever. They are snug enough to not look frumpy, as most fat pants do, but stretchy enough to be the most comfortable pants I’ve ever owned. I can get away with wearing them to church because they are black and actually meant to be a little dressier….although they have been washed so many times now that I won’t be able to get away with it much longer.

Anyway, I LOVE my fat pants. I’m going back to the store and buying a few more pair if they still have them. I just can’t stand the thought of living without my dear fat pants.

And, yes, I know I am sick. But if you’ve ever had a pair of really good fat pants, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Let me have my moment of glory because I know the day will come when I will have to put real pants on again and my bubble will burst. I’ll realize that although I felt skinny in my fat pants (because that makes sense) I was actually packing on the pounds while my wonderful pants stretched to accomodate my growing belly. Until then, I’m staying in my fat pants and only taking them off to wash them.

And if, by chance, you have seen my fat pants and you feel the need to tell me that, no, actually they are not flattering and do look frumpy, just keep it to yourself. My perception is my reality and I’d like to keep it that way.

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