please pray

Henry gave me (us) the biggest scare of our lives this morning.  We woke him up to get ready for daycare, but afterwards he was unresponsive and limp.  His breathing was shallow.  He spent the morning in the hospital.  I'm not sure what is going on with our little guy...but it is frightening. 

He appears to be okay now.  He was diagnosed with bronchitis and ear infections in both ears.  I'm sure he is not feeling well at all, but him being limp in my arms and unresponsive to me was the most nightmarish experience I have ever had.  I can't even begin to explain...

heroes

I stopped watching Heroes because it is more confusing than Lost.  And that is saying something.

sweet tooth

Our household has a serious sweet tooth problem.  Especially since I have taken to hording sugar cookies when I can get my mitts on them.  But it goes even farther than hording cookies. 

It extends to late night trips to the store to stock up on chocolate items (Caleb).

Hiding boxes of Frosted Flakes, unabashedly eating someone else's box of Mike & Ike's, and hiding TimBits donut holes from ones siblings (Kimi).

I know that Kimi and I get our sweet tooth from my grandma.  She ALWAYS had candy in the house.  She actually had an entire cupboard dedicated to candy...and that didn't include the candy jar, the cookie jar, the ice cream, the sugar cereal, or the box cakes she had on hand...ALL THE TIME.

My grandma is the sweetest person I know. 

As for my husband's chocoloate obsession, I am not sure where he gets that from, but whatever the case may be, we are perfectly matched.  Especially when he brings home chocolate moose tracks.  YUM!

heart shaped sugar cookies

I have my interview in 3 hours.  I am starting to get nervous...so I am going to look up some stuff on line about good interviewing, and come up with some scenarios in my head as to what kind of questions may be asked.  I already know the person I am interviewing with, and I already know what the job entaiils.  Getting the position will be a matter of personality.

One of my co-workers brought in hear-shaped sugar cookies with pink frosting.  My favorite cookie in the whole wide world.  Maybe it is God telling me that even if I don't do well in the interview, I will still have things in life that I will enjoy. 

Or maybe He is telling me that everything will be okay and cheer up! 

Or maybe my co-worker just felt like making some cookies.

Whatever the case may be, I am trying to not horde them...I've been good; I've only had 3 so far.

Update on February 8, 2010 by kass

The interview went well.  The first half went REALLY well, the 2nd half - I actually met with the person I would be supporting, so I was a little more nervous.  BUT - I just realized that he doesn't have any more interviews for the rest of the week.  So I have an entire WEEK to "post interview - interview" if you know what I mean...

questioning my sanity

I don't know why, but we are going to go look at a few houses today.  I "feel" that it is just a tease, and that we should just stop before we get ourselves worked up with the dream of home ownership. But here we are...going to look anyway. It is kind of like seeing a train wreck and feeling terrible about it, and not wanting to see the bodies, but being unable to look away.  A form of morbid curiosity and self imposed torture.

That is how we are going to spend our Sunday.

Perhaps I should just crawl back into bed?

Update on February 7, 2010 by kass

Today's tour of homes was a little disheartening.  There was only one possibility among the 7 homes we saw.  And even that one was too small for our family of 6.  The rest of the homes were horrible outdated - as in there weren't any updates since the home was built...in 1965.  It is as if we are viewing the traditionalist/ baby boomer legacy of homes:  wood paneling meets shag carpeting.  Blech.