Ehhh?!

So this week has been a blast... Since Thursday we have been at camp. David Carr, our main speaker, has a church in England. I have heard him speak before for a Pastor's Conference and Healing Service a few years ago. He met Ethan and it was so funny to hear a grown man talk to a baby with an English accent. "'ello...coochie...coo." It was awesome last night because we happened to sit at the table he was sitting at and Ethan was right next to him. Ethan recognized him and very loud said, "HI!" I had given Ethan a book to read while we ate and he looked at David and pointed to the book's title letters and said, "A!" "O!" David Carr's face was hilarious! "Ehhh-? Oy! Does he know his letters?" With his accent, it was priceless. Ethan continued to impress everyone with signing and saying every letter in the title. I think he knew he had every one's attention.

Pink Velour

Becca commented on my last post which got me laughing! No, Dave didn't get the baseball at Winco... but the story goes like this:

Several months ago, Dave went to Winco for groceries and came home with pajamas for me! Pink velour. I mean who goes to Winco and comes home with PJs? Only Dave...

Baseball and Tears

So Sarah came over to watch Ethan yesterday so that I could set up my classroom for teaching the 3-5 year old class at Aldersgate Family Camp (http://www.aldersgateconferencecenter.org/index.html). Ethan began showing off to Sarah and Josh for a bit and then Josh and I left.

Josh helped me get tables and chairs from church to bring to camp. He also helped clear out the room with Eric so that I had a clean slate to work with. Eric (the director) gave me this huge room to use and I was so shocked that is was such a big space. I had a lot to do.

I was left to "create" this vision that God gave me to do for camp. God gave me this idea a few months ago - at midnight (I think sometimes He has to speak to us when we are sleeping because we won't stop to listen during the day - Hey, I'm right aren't I?) So, I had scrap paper by the bed and sketched out the design of a room I never saw and wrote lesson plans the next week. So... here I was sitting on the floor wondering how it was all going to work with 30 foot ceilings and a room four times as big as imagined. But, amazingly, it did. God showed me how to get all the elements that he had showed me in the sketch to work! I love it - we have to rejoice in these things because it's in these times that it is easy to forget His amazing work. It is easy to remember how Dave got healed from his lung collapsing but hard to remember the every day wonders, know what I mean?

I came home to a CLEAN house (I love Sarah) and happy child that had both naps. Sarah is welcome in my house anytime. Then, Dave came home.

Dave came home from the store and brought Ethan a soft glow-in-the-dark baseball and bat. Ethan loved it! He was going around the house hitting the ball everywhere. Then, Dave went to church... and left me alone with our child. When it was bed time Ethan became hysterical crying, "Baseball! Baseball!" I brought it in and showed him that it has to go "night-night" too. After several hours of the crying he finally fell asleep, just as Dave walked in the door. Typical.

The first thing Ethan said this morning was, "Baseball!"

A Boy, A Girl, and A Fish

So, these last few days have been a hard to say the least. Ethan got sick on Monday with a runny nose and on Tuesday it developed into a cough. But, it was Wednesday morning that scared me. Ethan woke up and was having difficulty breathing. So much that it was scaring him. I listened to him and the weezing was so hard to hear. It was like I wanted to breathe for him!

I called the doctor right away and the nurse told me to bring him in. The sad thing is that he just went into the doctor's office last week for his shot (we are staggering them- comment about that if you have any questions why). So, when we walked into the door he dropped down onto the floor crying. I had to reassure him that we weren't going into "that door" (the Immunization Station) but to the doctor "cause the doctor helps us when we are hurt." (It helped when I sang "The People in My Neighborhood" from "Signing Time" and he began to sign "doctor." He got distracted when he saw a baby and began signing "baby."

When we were in the waiting room Ethan was looking at the fish tank when a little girl came up to look too. He looked at me and signed "baby." She was about 5 years old and there were no babies in sight. I said, "No, Ethan. That's not a baby. That's a girl." He signed "girl." Then a little boy came up too. Ethan signed "girl." "Uhh, no that's a boy." Ethan then pointed to the girl and signed "girl" and to the boy "boy" and then signed "friend." Then Ethan said as clear as anything to the boy "fish." It was so great!

The doctor said that Ethan has a viral infection. He was given an inhaler. But the doctor isn't saying he has asthma yet. If this happens every time he gets a cold then that would be a sign. Mom was sympathetic. She said that she would have the same thing happen to her every time she was sick. She said that back then they would have to give her a shot. She is so thankful that Ethan has it so much easier...

I Need A Five Step Program

This afternoon started with my getting a migraine. So, when Becca called this evening to ask if I wanted to go to a girls-night-out to a movie, I had to pass. Although... as the evening progressed, I realized that I really need to get back into scrapbooking or something! I mean, I think I have a serious problem. Here I am re-doing my son's room, changing electrical wires by changing light fixtures, and tearing apart my bathroom. I mean when I get a creative urge, I should just read a magazine or something! But tonight Dave had to just shake his head at me... I don't blame him. Where do I go thinking I can learn how to cut my hair from wiki-How?



Again... I have a serious problem... is there a 5-step program for people like me?

Lord of the Rings Quiz

So I took the quiz for Dave and we will see if he matches up when he takes it! Heehee!

I was right!

Chocolate Update

So, before I update everyone on my severe chocolate craving last night... let's just get it out now: Dark Chocolate doesn't help. I mean really who are we kidding? Sure you can lie to yourself and say I couldn't eat more than just one dark chocolate candy. Honestly. I tried and I could eat more than just one. Does it taste better than milk chocolate. No. Of course not. But when you have a craving (like I did last night) I could have had twenty pieces. Although, I would probably be hiding on the floor of the closet, with bowl of candies close in hand, and chocolate smeared all over my face while I ate them.

So, how did I survive last night? I called Becca and asked her if I could have a piece of the chocolate cake she bought for Deb's birthday, that was in my fridge. She said yes and I ate it... before dinner.

I was good to go until I woke up this morning...

It Isn't Helping

So, I tried it... Sarah says that if you have a chocolate craving that all you need to do is take a few miniature Hersey's candies to your room and eat them there. Then you give into the craving but don't indulge. I have to say that she is entirely WRONG. I told her this and she said to give it a try... Well I did and I am sorry to say that all day long I have still had the craving. Although the chocolate cake staring at me from the other side of the refrigerator ISN'T HELPING!

Miss Dashwood

So, Kati, I took the quiz and I really had a hard time. I mean, we all know that you and Becca are a perfect match for P&P but where did I fit into the picture. I mean you didn't really think that I could be Mrs. Collins did you? I tried to answer the questions as best as I could and here is the answer. I never thought I was as quiet as Miss Dashwood. Do you think it's right? If not I will do it again...

An Afternoon at the Mall

I took Deb to the mall today. Deb went shopping at Macy's and afterwards we had to take Ethan to look at the dogs. Then Deb had to use the restroom and so we waited for her outside the bathrooms. Five minutes later Deb came back laughing. I asked her what was so funny. She said that she got out of the bathroom and she thought she saw me going outside so she followed. She then noticed that there was a little boy walking into the street and the lady pushing the stroller (who she thought was me) called out to him and he ran to her. Good thing that happened. She would of got into the car with the poor woman if it didn't... and we would still be at the mall waiting for her to get out of the bathroom.