I learned a lot this weekend. Mainly that my deepest fear was confirmed. Exercise is dangerous and working out can kill you. Literally. Chuck and I just spent a long (and unexpected) weekend in Ellensburg, WA. It all started with a couple of texts from Enoch Saturday morning, telling me he was at a medical…
We’re in the hospital with Enoch. His appendix ruptured. He had surgery about 6:30 last night. He’ll have to stay in the hospital until he’s fever free and his white blood cell counts are normal.
Enoch and Apollo watching a Spaghetti Eddie video on YouTube. We were introduced to Spaghetti Eddie by three-year old Davis whom we met in the Texas Children’s Hospital playroom. Davis was recovering from heart surgery too and was a huge Spaghetti Eddie fan. He kindly gave a CD to Apollo. I am not a fan…
The other day as we headed out of the house to run some errands, I suddenly remembered I had forgotten my phone. I asked Judah to run in and get it. His running, it seems, disturbed a nest of hornets or wasps that had taken up residence on our back deck. Enoch yelled, “It’s bees!”…
…all in a day’s work for this mom. Oh yeah, and the Doula Meet and Greet in the evening. You can pretty much be assured that if this blog sits silent for a day or two during the week, something’s going down over here at a Baker’s Dozen. Nothing too serious this time, thankfully, just…