Saturday, March 27, 2010
You've been so supportive with your prayers and encouragement. I wanted to share Heath's progress with you. He had gone from 24 pounds to 19 pounds with his injuries and has gained two and a half pounds back. He is standing and walking a bit more, and that's a good thing. He has seen the pediatric ophthalmologist because he's begun to be cross eyed. They have an appointment scheduled with the surgeon next week. It may require a surgery to get his eyes back straight. He is able to reach for things just fine, so I don't think his vision is terribly affected. Time will tell. Thank you again, so much, my friends. You are appreciated.
This is a photo of Heath from today, riding the Mater toy we gave him for Christmas. Goodness but we love that little one!
Friday, March 19, 2010
I am so thankful for the prayers and encouragement and wisdom extended to us in these difficult days. Today my stepdaughter was arrested for the injuries to our grandson, Heath. She confessed and is now in jail. At 21 she is facing a maximum of 40 years in prison. The one bright spot today is that Heath (13 months) was more himself than he's been since this all started. He ate very well, smiled, laughed. He even took a few steps today and had not been able to even stand before today because he was so weak and frail. We are so grateful over his progress and for his dad and grandparents, who are giving him love and safety and who welcome us into Heath's healing process. We are so incredibly sad over our daughter and sad for her. Our son in law is under enormous stress, as well. I ask you to remember all three of them in prayer, please. Only God is able to put shattered lives back together, and He does so with His love. I know He is able to do all that seems impossible and I give Him thanks and praise for that. Again, I thank you, my friends.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sunday before last we took three of our kids, our grandson, and my mother-in-law to Global Wildlife in Folsom, Louisiana, about 20 minutes away. Here's their website in case you'd like to see it: globalwildlife.com/
Wherever you go in southeast Louisiana, if you visit long enough with someone, even complete strangers, you will eventually discuss three things: the weather, the Saints, and Katrina. No doubt about it. As we neared the highest elevation on site, which is nothing more than a gentle rise, really, the tour guide told us how hard it was for the staff to evacuate and leave the animals there as Katrina approached. Some of the staff lives nearby and were able to check on the place as soon as the worst of the storm passed. What they found just blew me away. All of the animals, even the mean zebras, were laying on that area of slight elevation, shoulder to shoulder in a long, long line. That's how they hunkered down to wait out the storm together. When they were able to return to the site, they discovered that not one animal was killed during Katrina's wrath. Not only were all the animals safe, but three babies had been born during the hurricane.
What wonderful lessons we are able to learn from wildlife. When the storms of life approach, we are often inclined to run, screaming, crying, complaining, or to isolate, sulking, pouting, fretting alone. Instead, if we join forces with our neighbors and friends, even the ones who can be quite mean, folks we'd ordinarily avoid, and brave the storms, shoulder to shoulder, pooling our strength, our warmth, our courage, then we are more likely to still be standing once the storm has passed.
This is our son, Billy, feeding the cow. She's a pro at how to get that cup of feed!
I'm thinking tasty, low-fat bison burgers!
The camels are nearly bald in summer but still had their cool winter coats when we were there.
Our tour guide had a special spot in her heart for this guy. It looks like the feeling is mutual, too!
There were several species of cattle there.
These little donkeys are the ones that Eeyore and the Shrek Donkey are fashioned after. Bill had a hard time getitng a photo because that mama was protective of her baby. Isn't his baby coat pretty?!
Trying to pet or feed the zebras would end the tour instantly. We were told if the zebras like you, they will bite you. If they don't like you, they will bite you harder! lol They can easily take a person's fingers off with one CHOMP. Since it was actually the anniversary of cutting my little toe off in a treadmill mishap, I DEFINITELY did not want to celebrate the event but losing several fingers. So we left those beautiful zebras alone!!
Because the ground was so soft from our recent maniacal rains the train was unable to go to where the giraffes and lamas were hanging out and the only photo we got of the kangaroos didn't come out so well. Then we have my favorite characters, the two-legged critters! I was only able to hold onto Heath for a moment before he began exploring our train car neighbors and the buckets of feed.
Heath had multiple uses for the feed bucket and our new little pal, Issy, was intrigued! (Already he's a little flirt! lol)
Even Mama was having a hard time holding onto Heath. There was just so much to see and do!
Our youngest, Melanie, 12, was pretty bored with it all. I really think that 12 year old girls are among the most curious of all the critters there!
Dad finally gave up the camera long enough to let one of our train-mates take a shot of our whole crew:
I hope you enjoyed sharing a visit to Global Wildlife with us!
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
Thank you, once again, to all of you who prayed for and asked after my husband, Bill, as we went through round three with his kidney stones. His side is sore from the lithotripsy procedure (3,000 hits with sound waves) but he hasn't gone through any of the usual agonies with urinating. That causes us to wonder if any of the two large (of the remaining five) stones in the right kidney was broken up at all. Not expelling any grit can't be a good sign. We'll see when he returns to the doctor April 7th, after his next four week hitch out on his ship. Please remember him in your prayers. This thing ain't over, yet, I'm afraid!
Having not spent a lot of time with doctors or in hospitals, this was all very intimidating at first. By now, though, I'm comfortable with the routine. I pretty much know what to expect for me in it all. Having played this out three times, at two hospitals, I've made some observations and have a few questions.
First of all, when did I, at the age of 50, nearly 51, become unable to determine how much soap I need to wash my hands in the ladies' room??? When I reach under the soap dispenser to pull the lever and get my soap, no lever is there. And foam squirts out. Startling me! Being rather quick with my hands, I managed to see the little blop of foam land on the floor next to the trash can. Being nobody's fool, I caught on fast and managed to get the little blob of foam soap actually ON my hand the second time. Yay, me!
Secondly, who decided to put the sensor on the water faucet in such a place that no matter what you are trying to empty into the sink, the water comes on and soaks it, AND no matter where you hold your hands as you wash, the water won't stay on for more than three seconds before you have to do some kind of hand Macarena dance motions under there to make the water come on again? Is there any way to earn their trust back so that i can be trusted to turn my own water on and off? Can't you just imagine male design engineers breaking out in guffaws as they imagine women juggling coffee mugs, purses, laptop cases, and books as they stand before these 21st Century faucets? I can. I could also imagine fashioning VooDoo dolls that look like them and handing out packs of hairpins to women as they enter! (Okay, that was a joke. I do not advocate VooDoo, curses, or violence against engineers. Honest.)
Lastly, who was it that came to the conclusion that I could not be trusted to know when to flush the potty?!! Am I the only person who finds this insulting? I mean, what if I want to flush BEFORE I get up, which alerts the motion sensor that I'm done. My dear mother-in-law has a certain code of public rest room etiquette and some of it makes a lot of sense. Her philosophy is when you have to make number two, you flush as you go so as to spare the other ladies in the vicinity any unpleasant odors. Makes sense to me. No can do. That would require standing up in the middle of the performance, and we're better off NOT discussing the folly of THAT. So some guy who graduated from toilet design school has figured out that the world is a better place if women are NOT trusted with the all important decision of when to flush the toilet. Again, my intelligence is insulted!
I will give a word of warning to the wise on this matter. Never, under any circumstances, decide to lean down while in one of these robotics ladies' rooms to scratch your ankle while still using the potty. This confuses the motion sensor. The toilet thinks you've gotten up and the WHOOSH from hell occurs, scaring the bijimminies out of you, and it suddenly feels like a vacuum from seven floors below is trying to suck your teeth fillings out through your hiney. It momentarily occurs to you, causing a wee bit of panic, that you will be irrevocably stuck from this monster suction. You find yourself praying you have your cell phone in your pocket and simultaneously wondering who on EARTH you could possibly call to get you out of THIS one if you really ARE stuck!
Not that any of that actually happened. To me. Absolutely not. Really. I just wanted to impart some rhetorical wisdom. *eye roll*
Monday, February 22, 2010
His request approved, the CNN News photographer quickly used a cell phone to call the local airport to charter a flight..
He was told a twin-engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.
Arriving at the airfield, he spotted a plane warming up outside a hanger.
He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and shouted, 'Let's go'.
The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind and took off.
Once in the air, the photographer instructed the pilot, 'Fly over the valley and make low passes so I can take pictures of the fires on the hillsides.'
'Why?' asked the pilot.
'Because I'm a photographer for CNN' , he responded, 'and I need to get some close up shots.'
The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, finally he stammered, 'So, what you're telling me, is . . . You're NOT my flight instructor?'
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