




He's like his Mama, he likes the pool, but give him the hot tub and he's really happy. (Grandma and Grandpa are nice enough to turn it down to a safe temp. when we're there.





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He's like his Mama, he likes the pool, but give him the hot tub and he's really happy. (Grandma and Grandpa are nice enough to turn it down to a safe temp. when we're there.







Jacob's so very, very happy again. His first words were actually, "Now I can have fun again". Yup, you sure can buddy. Miracles do happen and through someone's extraordinary kindness, my little guy's heart was healed and his life is happy again. Seeing that emotion on his face is one of the best feelings ever. :-)
When will it not hurt to look at pictures like this? For backstory, read my post from yesterday. If you're in Central Ohio, I'm offering a reward for the stuffed animal pictured here, he was left behind at the Columbus Zoo, Sunday, June 14, between 12:45 and 1:15 PM. I would really appreciate any forwarding this story, tweets, etc.







Jacob is struggling big time. It hurts so much. I feel so helpless to help him. It's definitely one of the top five worst experiences in my parenthood journey. I am so angry that someone would take something that doesn't belong to them. Shortly after Jacob got Harry, when it became apparent that he was so special to him, I had bought another one. I thought someday he might enjoy giving his baby the new one. I have that one, but of course it wouldn't be the same. Jacob wouldn't be Jacob if he could transfer his emotions so easily. He's an incredibly sensitive little guy. I'm hoping eventually, even though it wouldn't be the same, he might want the other stuffed Rhino, but I know it's not what he wants right now. He wants Harry back. He's hurting so badly. Yesterday he went outside and just sat by himself for the longest time. When I went out to comfort him he sat on my lap and cried and cried. This is so hard. I'm not proud of saying this, but prior to what we're going through, I never would have understood someone else going through it. I never would have "gotten" how bad it can actually be. How much it hurts. I've never had a child who had some "thing" that they loved so much, that had such power in their lives.
Yeah!!! School's out. Summertime is here. Finally. I am really, really looking forward to spending the summer with my kids.






It was a pretty perfect day. Julianna had her dance recital, The Wicked of Oz. Her dance studio wrote their own show, a combination of The Wizard of Oz, Wicked and the Wiz. It was absolutely wonderful.
It's going to be a hectic weekend, Rebekah takes the SAT again (she's within 130 points of a full-tuition scholarship, we're praying, crossing fingers, throwing salt...). Julianna has her dance recital on Sunday, and we're a week away from payday. It will help me keep it together to have meals planned out and shopped for. (Side rant: I cannot believe how expensive recitals are. I can live with the $65 for a costume, but $80 for tickets, extra for flowers, $45 for a DVD, $25 for pictures--it's insane. We're skipping the DVD and pictures--way too much money.)
Warning: Obnoxious, proud mommy venting here: He earned 4 arrow heads, a belt loop, and a camping patch. Very cool.
It was a wonderful night. I would like to have taken some pictures of them creating that wonderful cake, but I was having dinner with friends for our monthly night out. This one was extra special. Please pray for my friend again. Friday she's having a masectomy. Hopefully this one will be easier emotionally, she's having it to prevent cancer in this breast. So much to go through, but that's my friend. She's fighting cancer with everything she has. Taking every chance she can to beat it and live to a ripe old age. Unfortunately, her dad's prognosis is not as good. He's been given 6-12 months to live. Such a horrible thing to go through, and I think it's doubly hard to watch a parent die of cancer knowing you're fighting it too. Hopefully friends will rally, and we'll giver her as much support as we can. Still, so much to go through. I know her summer is going to be very different from the summer she was hoping to have. She has the masectomy tomorrow, then weeks of recovery, followed by reconstruction. I'm definitely praying that she kicks cancer to the curve and never has to deal with it again.