blessed beyond measure

It's been quite a week for us. Busy doesn't even begin to describe it. Nor does emotional. On Wednesday we took Trey back to the allergist. A few weeks ago, Nana had unintentionally given Trey a handful of pepper jack Tostitos. We found this out several days after it happened, to realize that he had no reaction to having eaten something with cheese in it. The last time he had one small bite of Doritos, his lips swelled to twice their normal size. So of course, we wanted this checked out. The appointment was dramatic, since, well, Trey is dramatic. Twenty skin pricks for different allergens, and after about the seventh, he started crying and didn't stop until we were halfway home. Over two hours later. Yeah. But we did learn some good news. First and foremost, that the peanut prick did not cause a reaction. The allergist said that was very, very rare. Then, the milk prick caused a smaller reaction than last time. They took some blood (amid bloody-murder-style...

with a smile like this? not much to blog about lately which will change completely next week more to come

has recently fallen in love with his big boy bike and Veggie Tales takes care of his brother (sometimes) can't wait for Kindergarten makes sure we always know what day it is grew out of his kitchen table booster seat thanks God for elevators every night loves to learn is heartbroken each time he must leave his grandparents can be quite whiny bickers with his mama still loves his mama is a sweet, amazing fella love you, Trey

Easter is kind of frantic for our family, mainly because the drama is just all-consuming. But how better to be consumed during the most precious time of year for a Christian, utterly surrounded by the story of Jesus? We are so very blessed. Though we opted out of some of the traditional festivities due to fatigue, the boys did get to enjoy Trey's preschool Easter party, complete with egg hunt. Enter the polar opposite personalities of my sons: Trey, without instruction or intervention of any kind, ran right in and found his allotment of 29 eggs within about 45 seconds, then proudly displayed his work. Aden, who is clearly above such trivial pursuits, opted instead to wander around bumping into people, looking for airplaines and conquering a toy wheelbarrow. Gotta have priorities. In fact, this is the only egg he touched, and did so because it was wedged to the wheelbarrow and apparently in his way. It was immediately tossed aside. They are a trip. My slacker overbooked self did...

Trey and I like to look at the grocery ads together. This is my way of introducing finances to him, by comparing prices and discussing wants vs. needs. His favorite thing to do is to circle the items that are good deals, and put an X through items that are unneccessary or too expensive. Really, Food Lion? Eight bucks for a pack of toilet paper? Really?? Several weeks ago, he sounded out the word "Beverages", and I was forced to provide a very G-rated explanation of alcohol. I told him there were certain things God didn't want us to put into our bodies, and some of those things were called beverages in the grocery ads. Seemed to satisfy him, and since then, he just puts Xs on everything in that section. Fine by me. Yesterday, he was poring over another ad and came upon the beverages section again. Begin unexpectedly deep theological discussion. Trey: Here are the bev-er-gizz, Mama. I don't know if it's a good price but I'm X-ing them out. Mama: Right,...