Dearest Rebecca.

Oh how I love thee. LOL ☺

Your comment made my day. Sonya's comment too! Too sweet.

Trust me, there is dirt. LOL I did not wipe off the molding before shooting the photo. Never even thought about it, actually. I'm shooting the Project365 photos on manual w/ no flash, so I need light. I noticed that corner (by the front door) had decent light (not an easy task to find in this house), so I stuck the bucket in it & snapped. Ü

My molding is certainly not that clean. I think I've mentioned this house has a dust problem (remember when we had an air quality test?) which makes keeping my house clean more challenging. Typically, I run the vacuum (attachment) across the molding & if I don't like the result, I will run a baby wipe (yes, baby wipe) across them. That is how I clean all of mine & I don't do it often.

Go ahead, compliment my housekeeping some more. LOL

Thanks for the sweet comment. ☺

1-7-09.

Used every.single.day. Four miniatures & two dogs. 'Nuff said.

1-6-09.

Bidding farewell.

Deja Vu.

I was in the shower. The one & only time I shower without taking the phone in the bathroom.

I heard the answering machine answer twice. That doesn't happen. Two times in a row, during the day. Just doesn't happen here.

Immediately I thought of boy1 or my dad.

I hopped out & replayed messages.

One from school nurse, one from hubby.

Bentley tripped on his shoelaces & fell. Banged his cheek, hip & knee.

He's totally fine.

I called the nurse, she phoned me back.

Problem lies in the conversation.

I am fully aware we had an issue 4 months ago. Big whoop. I have moved on.

Evidently, she holds a little anger or frustration. Or something. Her problem. Not mine.

But I have a huge problem with her snotty tone of voice in which she spoke to me (& according to hubby, him too).

She tried to be nice. She wasn't successful.

So at the end of the conversation, when neither of us were speaking & I knew she was listening, I said "thank you for calling". In the most sincere voice I could. Because I appreciate her phoning me/us.

Her reply? "Good-bye".

Click.

I thought this mess was over. I guess it's not.

One year ago today.

My fourth miracle was born.

Even though her heart rate had been consistent in the 160's inutero, she must have thought she was not ready. Maybe she realized that she had no family. She had no where to go. Who was going to love her? Who was going to hold & feed her? Dry her tears? Come to her rescue? Root & clap her on when she reached a milestone? Maybe the thought of being alone was more than she could bear. It was during her birth that she became too frightened, too scared, too sad & lonely, causing her heart rate to dangerously, drastically drop to 40. But you know, God has a plan. We hear it all the time. A plan for everyone. A plan for those who can't yet see & can't look ahead. But He can. He smiled down on my miracle that day. I envision Him saying to her "No, no, no little girl. I am not ready for you yet. But the most perfect family for you is." And with that my baby was resuscitated, responded, & is turning one year old today.

I am so emotional remembering her first few hours, first few days of life when she was all alone. When she fought a battle no baby should ever have to fight. There is nothing else I can say other than I absolutely cannot imagine my life without her. Thank you God, for saving her.

1-5-09.

Winter in Texas. Stop laughing.

1-4-09.

Piper. 11 weeks.