This has been an interesting week to say the least.
Sunday morning started with me taking Rachel to the on-call pedi to tell me what I already knew – another ear infection. She also said we need to be seriously talking about tubes so we’ll see what the future holds there.
(Marc & Heather had us over Friday night for dinner and our post-dinner activity was riding 4-wheelers. How many places – besides Texas – can you ride 4-wheelers, shirtless, in a super nice neighborhood on a random Friday night?!?)
Sunday evening we had our senior recognition and I got sad thinking about saying goodbye to two of the best and most beautiful young ladies (and babysitters!) in the entire world.

Monday morning started off with me getting the kids and I packed up to go and visit Amy and her fam in East Texas. Apparently I was gunning for the worst mother of the year award because I fixed Ethan’s cereal with the wrong milk. He took one bite, started drooling and screaming, proceeded to throw up and curl up in a ball for the next hour with stomach cramps. I am so thankful that he knew after only one bite because I don’t even want to think about how horrible it could have been. There aren’t many things worse than hearing your five-year old say, “Mom – how about I just get my own milk from now on in case you’re distracted again.” I still get teary-eyed just thinking about it. On a brighter note, this is a pic of E eating his first brownie. I found a mix that is milk free and just substituted the egg with unsweetened applesauce. There were very sticky but very good.

We did end up going to Amy’s and had a great time just relaxing, laughing, and trying to find the cows that apparently like Interstate-20 more than they liked their own green pasture. That really happened. We came back home on Tuesday and a 2.5 hour trip turned into a 4 hour trip because of horrible construction traffic. I want to give an award to whoever invented portable DVD players and Fun Dip. Seriously.


Wednesday morning seemed promising. I got up a little early and got everyone ready so I could go to Ladies Bible class at church. Rachel was sitting in the laundry room putting on her shoes and eating a Ritz (or Rich as she says) cracker – the girl can multitask with the best of them – when she hit her head and started crying. When she realized how bad it hurt she took a big breath to let out her hurt cry and the cracker went right into her throat. Praise God that I was right there because she couldn’t breathe – at all. She was trying so hard and just couldn’t do it. And God took it from there. I grabbed her and turned her around and started doing the heimlich. After three tries the cracker finally came out and we just sat on the floor for a very long time holding each other. I really felt completely confident in what I was doing, however, my mind (or maybe my heart) had already gone to a very bad place that involved CPR and an ambulance. After I came back to reality that sweet baby said, “Mommy – why do you keep thanking God so many times?” And it’s really strange because it’s like she doesn’t even remember it. Clay asked her about it and she just said she choked on a cracker and then I gave her some water. Needless to say God has been working overtime at our house this week. And just to keep things in perspective: We obviously left late for Bible study, and on our way came up on a horrible car accident. Who knows if that would have been us, but I think we sometimes get so caught up in how bad things are that we forget to thank God for protecting us from how bad things could be. So, today is Thursday and the kids are and I are gearing up for a fun and hopefully very uneventful weekend.
And my PSA for the week – if you haven’t been through CPR training (it includes the heimlich manuever) or if it’s been a while – DO IT.