Josy is a funny little boy. The things that come out of his mouth are the best. And sometimes he describes things in a really funny way. Yesterday we went on a bike ride and there was a worm on the plastic wind cover, but he kept telling me that there was a worm on the windshield and it took me a while to figure it what he was talking about. I thought he saw a stick on a car’s windshield that we drive past… J: We need to get out our Halloween decorations. M: Oh, we already did. J: Where are they??? M: We don’t have any. So they’re already out. J: We need to get some! M: No. I don’t do anything scary. J: It’s not scary. It’s just a pot. M: What? J: The pot at Home Depot, with the fake blood. We need to get it. M: No J: It does not give me nightmares. The guy with the beak and the goggles, that gave me nightmares. ———— J: It would be cool if my lunchbox had batteries! Then I could play video games! M: That would be weird. J: Not weird. Awesome. Then I could play video games all the time....
This week was all about baseball. Josy had two games. Gabe had a practice and two games. This week they were on different nights, so we all got to go to all of the games. This week they are all on top of each other, so that’s going to make life much more complicated… Tball is going well. I mean, as well as tball possibly can… However, baseball is going really well. The kids are actually playing ball. At the last game, the other team even turned a double play!
My little Gabriel is a miracle baby. I don’t say that lightly, but he really shouldn’t be here right now. He should have died three different times, all before he was actually born, but God chose to save him. I don’t want to ever forget what God has done in his life, so I want to tell his story. I had a really good pregnancy. I was active and I felt really good. I had my moments of nausea or emotional craziness, but they were moments, not months of agony that so many of my friends dealt with. Overall, it was going really well and I liked being pregnant. At 19 weeks 3 days, a Tuesday, Pat, Bella and I all went to my ultrasound to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. The ultrasound went well, everything looked good and we found out that we were having a little boy. At the end of the appointment, the ultrasound tech checked my cervical length and then suddenly said “I need to talk to your doctor” and ran out of the roo...
It looks for all the world like he is trying to rip out the oxygen tubing! LOL
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