Ellie

Thank you so much for you prayers yesterday…I am so relieved that it was something her doctor could identify and know how to treat (actually, no treatment, which is even better than medicine :) ). We will go back in a few weeks to make sure it has gone down a little but she said that it was something that could take months. Who knew that lymph nodes felt like bone when they got swollen up? Not me. Ellie had five of them in a row where there was obviously a reaction to something. We think it is the kitty cat that has been coming around our house. The girls named her “Midnight Purr” and they feed her milk out of a bottle…hilarious. It’s somebody’s cat because it’s gorgeous and well groomed, but we haven’t figured out who she belongs to. Sweet Ellie-she was trying so hard to hold it together and then she just broke down and the doctor’s office. They did a little finger prick and tested her blood and everything looked perfect, so I went to bed a very grateful woman last night.

I had actually written something about a special moment between me and Ellie for (in)courage, and it was scheduled for today, so it’s up right here if you want to come over and read.

If you haven’t become a part of the (in)courage community, I really urge you to. Stop by with your morning coffee and meet all of the writers over there. I promise you will be blessed beyond measure. It is one of my favorite things I have ever been involved in and I can’t tell you how much I love the hearts of the women behind it. As I have mentioned, we moved our book club over there and have been reading Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts, which, if I might add….

IS NUMBER 15 ON THE NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER LIST!!!!!!!!!!

AMAZING.

I’m so, so proud of her :)

Tomorrow is Todd’s birthday, so I need to run and do some scheming…

Love to all,
Ang

Quick Update: All is Well

Angie asked me to post a quick update since she will be out for a few hours.

Thank you for praying for Ellie.

Everything is good!

She had five bumps in a row in her lymphnodes and it looks like it is a reaction – possibly to a cat the girls have befriended.

The doctor did some blood tests to rule out lymphoma and the tests came back normal.

Blessings to you,
Jess

A Prayer Please

I am on my way to the pediatricians office after Ellie pointed out that a bump on her head has been bothering her. It feels like bone (it’s at the base of her skull, about the size of a large marble) but is very worrisome because I have never felt it before and she has been complaining for months about dizzy spells etc. I know that more than likely it is nothing but my stomach is upside-down right now. Please pray that everything is okay. Appt is at 12:50 and I will let you all know what the doctor says.

Thank you,
Ang

Ellie and the Weeds

I have a new post up on (in)courage…feel free to hop over and read it!

Ang

The Chicken

***update*** I will be posting the chicken picture and the X-ray picture when I get home next week:) Of course you need the visuals to go with the story…:)
I went in tonight to kiss my girls while they slept.  One of my favorite things in the world is to kiss their sweet, damp hair as they fall asleep after a warm bath. To breathe the sweet floral scent as their chests rise up and down slowly, and their faces glow with peace. In these moments, I remember the days right after they were born. Crazy, beautiful, glorious days.
Anna Elisabeth Smith was born on December 2nd, exactly 2 minutes before her sister Abigail Grace (this is pointed out frequently).  From the moment she was in the world, she has lived up to the typical “older sister” role. A few days after Abby was released from the NICU, we brought her home and she was having a really hard time adjusting.  One night, we put them in their crib (they shared one when they were teeny-tiny), and Abby was absolutely hysterical. We rocked. We fed. We bounced. We cried. We rocked again.  We gave up. We put her in her crib next to Ellie and walked out of the room to the sound of her screeching.  Todd and I looked at each other, trying to decide what we should do.  Should we give her a binky? Should we give her some Mylicon? Should we give her food? Should we give her away?
We were debating the plan from the family room when we heard the most glorious silence known to man.  It is the sound that makes hormonal, weepy, exhausted mothers fall to their knees in gratitude.  That sweet, sweet sound of nothing.
We tiptoed into the room where they were sleeping and we both melted when we saw what had happened.  Ellie had one of her thumbs in her mouth, and the other stretched out into her sister’s mouth.  She was two minutes older, and was already taking her role as big sister seriously. 
A few days ago, Abby (our daydreamer) decided to jump off a couch in a poorly-planned attempt to fly, and she landed on her two front teeth. Ellie insisted on coming to the dentist with us to sit with Abby while she had her X-rays done. We were all happy to know that her grown-up teeth were about to push out her baby teeth anyway, so there wasn’t any permanent damage. They let us have a picture of her X-ray, and if you have been within a 10 mile radius of us in the last several days, chances are you have seen it.  I have to carry it in my purse at all times in the event that Abby meets a stranger she wants to introduce to her “teeth-picture.”
Never a lack of adventure at the Smith house.
The other day, we had a really funny conversation while I was teaching.  We are doing Sing, Spell, Read and Write (which I LOVE!), and they doing great with their letters.  We were working on the letter “B,” and for one of the exercises, they have to cut, color, and glue the pictures that begin with that letter.  There are a bunch of pictures, but only a few that match the letter for that day.  As we looked through the pictures, I was saying things like, “What is this one? Ba-ba-ba-ball! Right! So that starts with B!”  Ellie starts cutting, but she is being more quiet than usual, and I tell her to start saying them out loud so I can make sure she knows what she is doing.  She does two in a row correctly and then holds up a picture of a chicken.
“Ba-ba-ba…..chicken.”  She starts to color it.
“Ellie, that is a ch-ch-ch-chicken.  Not ba-ba-ba. Ch-ch-ch.”  She has a look of disgust. She repeats, this time with a little more intensity.
“Ba-ba-ba-chicken.”  
I decide to take a different teaching route and start to point at another “B” picture.  ”What about this one, Ellie? It’s a ba-ba-ba-bus. See the difference?”
She is still coloring the chicken.  She pauses and looks me dead in the eye, crayon frozen in midair.
“Mommy, why do you hate chickens?”  Okay.  She’s serious. And I’m about to spit out my Diet Coke.
“Ellie, I don’t hate chickens.  It just doesn’t go with today’s letter.  Why don’t we hold onto it and we can talk about it when we do “C.” 
I can tell by the look on her face that this is probably not going to fly. Abby chimes in.
“Mommy, Ellie is right.  You shouldn’t hate a chicken.” Four eyes. Staring at me.  Accusing me of poultry-hatred.
“Girls.  I do not hate chickens.  I like chickens.  It’s just that chickens do not start with the letter B.”  They look at each other, and as a show of solidarity, Abby starts to cut out her chicken.  I bury my head in the lesson book so they don’t see me laughing. I did take a picture of Ellie holding the picture with a look of disdain.    
Later that night, a neighbor-girl was over and they are playing dress up.  And by “dress up,” I mean “destroying every closet in the house.”
I am in the kitchen making dinner when Ellie saunters in with a feather boa, tutu, and oversized purse.  
“Hi mama.” 
“Hi Ellie.  What are you doing?”
“We’re playing ballet dancers.  What about you?”
“Making dinner.” 
“What are you making?” 
“Chicken.”  Clearly I have not thought this through.
She stops in mid-prance and looks at her friend, who, apparently, is in the know about her chicken theory. 
“Told you,” she whispers under her breath.
Her friend nods in wide-eyed unison as they march into the playroom while I trail off…”I do not hate ch-ch-ch-chickens!” 
Two days later, Ellie announces that she is a becoming a vegetarian.  
I serve her vegetables, in order to prove that I am an equal-opportunity food server.
She smells them and pushes her plate away.
“I think I want chicken, mommy.” She smiles. We eat chicken (some of us with loose teeth), and of course during our nightly prayers, Ellie talks about her beloved picture, and the day early next week when he will rightly claim his throne as the “C” word.
Have I mentioned I love homeschooling? 
On another note, I want to thank you for all of your kind words for Todd. They meant a lot to both of us, and I hope that now he is over his “grammatical stage-fright,” he will be back to post again soon.  
Blessings to you all tonight…
:)
Angie