Nor for granted
More of the plague. Poor Little Bird woke up yesterday morning with a nasty ear infection. He had been crying through the night off and on, but he would quiet down as soon as I rocked him a little bit.When I went to get him up for the morning, he was just laying on his back, eyes glassed over, and his bottom lip trembling. It was enough to squash my heart into a pulp. His fever was 101.4, the highest it has ever been.At first I thought it was the flu, but then I realized that the night time crying and the cough that lingered from the cold he had last week pointed more to ear infection. So we went in to see the doctor who told us that Bird had a nasty ear infection.

Here come the holidays
When do the holidays start at your house? Are you already listening to Christmas music? Is there a tree up at your house yet?Have you at least had a Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks? Because that counts, you know.We're talking about it over at Triangle Mamas. Well, at least I am. Come join me.

For Anissa
I'm watching Glee. It's not going to be nearly as much fun tonight without the Tweets from Anissa throughout.There are so many people praying for Anissa right now. I am just one of many. Please join me in that many.Anissa is fighting for her life tonight after suffering a massive stroke yesterday. It isn't her first stroke. She has made it through before. She is ridiculously strong.***********************************************************************At the Type A Mom Conference, Abby and I attended one of the speaker dinners. An

More birthdays, please.
More birthdays. That's what we keep getting with my momma. It's pretty awesome. There have been so many times when we've been told there would be no more birthdays, and yet today, here she goes again, getting older.And I thank God everyda

Trouble on my mind
It's been like an episode of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom here today. Mama is down and out with no voice and the lung capacity of a gnat leaving Little Bird to prey upon her. Take out the sick and weak.At the midwife today, we were down in one of the birthing rooms because it was busy upstairs. Bird kept running to the tub and turning on the water. I gave him the first try of, "Hands off," as I turned the water off. We made it to, "No sir," and an even more firm, "Mama said NO. Do you understand? Look at me, please. Hands off, sir."He giggled and touched my mouth. My mouth that wasn't working right. Raspy and only half the words actually forming soundwaves. He gigg