Presidents Day

It looks like I'm down to blogging only on major holidays (sorry I missed Whitney Houston Day).  For one, my baby is on the move. F.A.S.T.  For two, I've started a little side project that is taking all my computer hours.
But, I'll leave you with this presidential dinner conversation (don't think we are like the Cleavers, we usually talk about basketball or are too busy making threats to talk).

Me:  Garrett, what would you do if you woke up tomorrow and George Washington was at our breakfast
         table? (he had just told me he was his favorite, which is code for 'the only one he knows')

G: " I'd say "WHAAAAAT? Are you DOING here?"
      "Then I'd sing, OH SAY CAN YOU SEE"

Happy Valentines Day

I would love to have a full-time transcriptionist that follows us around and writes down what Garrett says.  Here's an bit from this morning:

Me:  "Happy Valentines Day!"

G:  "You are my valentine, momma."
      "Well, and myself.  I love myself."
      "I think it's important to love yourself"

Happy Heart

We get a little uneasy around here right before a cardiology appointment, but last week's arrived before I even had a chance to worry.  And, thankfully, Lilah's heart looked awesome! Her cardiologist was genuinely pleased and said everything looks as well, or better, than last time. Hooray!!!

Don't hear me say that her heart problems are gone, because the issues are still there, but Lilah's heart is doing an excellent job compensating and the function (the fill and empty of blood) is very close to normal.

Like soldiers after battle, Paul and I and her doctors love to talk about how sick she was 'back in the day'....shaking our head in disbelief that this is the same girl.  "....wonderful are His works!" (psalm 139:14).

Happy Valentines Day, early!

This baby is killing me....breaking my heart in a million pieces with her sweetness:). I can't believe Miss Ada is already 8 months old!