Medical Debt and Pureed Pears
I have no idea when I posted last. Time just keeps slipping away and the days sometimes blur into one another. (Read on …)
I have no idea when I posted last. Time just keeps slipping away and the days sometimes blur into one another. (Read on …)
I keep forgetting to post this, but it just popped into my head, so I better post before I forget again. Soon after the boys were born, we received a $100 gift card to Kroger stores (Fred Meyer) in the mail. It came direct from the company, with no note, no packing slip, no way of knowing who sent it to us. Was it you? Please let us know, as we’ve never been able to thank the person who gave it to us!
I was sitting there looking at the boys the other day as they were just smiling and cooing, and I thought of a song entitled, “I Could Not Ask for More.” It has been recorded by both Edwin McCain and Sara Evans, and the lyrics are as follows: (Read on …)
Just when I think we’ve got Ace figured out, we take two steps back and he’s screaming again. We thought eliminating dairy had helped, but then it stopped working. We thought reflux meds helped, but then they stopped working. We thought that the Amby beds helped, but then they stopped working. We thought that the chiropractor helped, but then it stopped working. I just don’t get it. (Read on …)
The one thing I hate about being a mom is that everyone else comes first. Not only that, but everyone else seems to get to put themselves first. Where does that put me? Dead last. (Read on …)