Patience anyone??

Please, please, please tell me you haven't been praying for patience for us.... and if you have been, STOP IT AT ONCE!!! :-D

The saga continues.....

After my round with the bread knife and ensuing stitches and tetanus shot Monday evening, I was hoping for a quiet week on the home-front. BWHAHAHAHAHA. *ahem*

Wednesday night was a business meeting at church. Hubby had to work late, so we didn't get there until just as the meeting was getting under way at 7:30pm. (Good baptistic people that they are, they did have a time of prayer first.) Not 5 minutes in to the meeting Baby Dragon #1 decided he had heard enough and tried to scoot forward to get down off the pew. (Please note, he's been doing this for months on his own, successfully.) This night, however, his butt apparently stuck; and he pitched forward with his head, earning for himself a quite deep puncture wound *just* the shape of the corner of the hymnbook rack smack in the middle of his forehead.... Of course it started spurting blood.... poor little guy, sitting there with blood running down his face & dripping off the end of his nose! I went for something to press against it to staunch the bleeding, hubby scooped him up and followed; we just left Baby Dragon #2 there in her car-seat to fend for herself. ;-) Thankfully, once we got pressure on his head, the bleeding stopped. He had a bit of a bloody nose too, but that didn't even drip. He also has quite the bruise on his cheekbone from the hymnbook itself. Truthfully, he looks like we've been beating on him, but we have witnesses--we haven't! Afterwards people told us when we'd left they'd all swiveled and stared down April, (our resident MD who is like 8 3/4 months pregnant) til she got up and followed us out. :-D She got a bag of ice for his head and after examining him declared, "Well, he's sure got a hole in his head!" :-) So we put a band-aide on it & back into the meeting we went. Thankfully it was a short one and free of rancor, so we were done by 8:15. (I'm nursery super again. Oh the joys!! ;-) )

Thursday, Little Miss wakes us up early, sporting a fever of 102.3. She's cutting teeth (maybe all 4 of her top center ones at once?)... but I thought teeth-cutting was only supposed to induce low-grade fevers. I don't call 102 low-grade anything, but she seems happy enough with a bit of Infant's Tylenol, and has no other symptoms, so we're going to wait it out over the weekend before calling the Dr.

For now, Samsbane is sporting a (healing nicely) hole in his forehead, Little Miss is alternating between burning up & cold, my tetanus shot is finally not hurting & my finger feels great.............. so we're hunkering down for the weekend... hoping hubby escapes our injury parade. Of course, he was just asked to help someone move tomorrow.... :-\ anyone have a back brace I can send with him?



**UPDATE on BD #2**

Well, her temp was 102.6 this (Friday) am, but after Tylenol it came down and stayed down all day. She seems like her 'old' self again! Praise be!!

2 hours and 3 stitches later...

... we're back home. :-) My finger is still numb. We'll see how it is tomorrow!! :-\

Not to worry, it was just a flesh wound.... :-D

...the pickle wraps got done, Pastor (bless his heart) came and picked up said pickle wraps & the shower present while Hubby came to get me. While hubby was driving home he called our resident saint-in-waiting (next door neighbor lady) to come over w/ her two grand-kids and sit with the Baby Dragons #1 & #2 while he and I went out for supper (to kill time while we waited for the Dr to run home & get his supper) before coming back to his office to meet us & stitch my finger back together. It only took three stitches.... and 4 shots & a squirt of something in the --caine family before sewing commenced. I'd post a pic, but it just looks like a band-aide right now. :-D My finger is still numb. Before it just felt like a giant paper cut. Nothing like being able to see the inside of one's finger. Then we had to go and have BBQ for supper!! :-P Oh, and while I'm whining, my shoulder is sore! The men insisted I needed a tetanus booster--it was a dag-gum bread knife folks, freshly washed--no rust I promise--but I lost that argument. >-(

Anyway... all is well that ends well. All appendages are still quite firmly attached! Our poor neighbor about had a heart attack though. See, she arrived just as Pastor was, and she's thinking "how bad is this cut???? They've called in the preacher!!" What was even funnier, when I called Pastor to see if he'd be willing to come by & pick up the pickle wraps for the baby shower tonight, he had volunteered, "I'll do your funeral for free!" Funny, funny guy. ;-)

Vindication!!

For those of you who *always* complain about being called "kid" or when hearing me call someone not much my younger "kid".... read on....

..... you know you are from Philly when you refer to some one as a kid even if they are an adult eg: "look at this kid"


So there. The official You Know You're from PHILLY if..... Facebook group said so!! :-P



P.S. [also] You call everyone guys, no matter if they're a girl or a guy.

Prayers appreciated....

I love you guys, really I do. :-) You see, I'm still chewing through this book. Not that it's that hard to chew, I just have to re-read every page about 3 times because I've gotten so lazy about reading anything requiring thought that things just don't stick...or maybe the Teflon-brain's just because of the constant one-eye-on-the-book one-eye-on-the-kids thing! ;-) Either way, we're still reading it (me and the mouse in my pocket). I'm using a piece of junk mail for a bookmark so I can rip out pieces to make pages that have particularly salient thoughts on them (that I want to discuss with hubby)... besides being a practical way to mark pages without dog-earing LJ's book, I get some visceral satisfaction from shredding junk mail a piece at a time, :-D but anyway.....

If you think of it, I'd appreciate your prayers as we [continue] chewing through this book... We had a special speaker at church last week & wouldn't you know, the opening night's message had a few comments thrown in that directly contradicted the main point of the chapter I'd been working on all week. :-P Then in yesterday's second service, about half of Pastor's off-the-cuff statements (IOW what he really thinks) were directly in conflict with rather clearly presented Scripture from this weeks chapter!! So I'm having fun!!! I feel like Sam--I have a bunch of questions I want to throw out there but I don't know entirely who to ask b/c anyone within my "camp" is going to take them as an attack, an insult, or just argumentativeness for the sake of orneriness (and y'all know I can do that pretty well some days). So for now, I'm just keeping my mouth shut. *waiting for laughter to die down* Hubby is planning to read this after I finish & then we'll sit down and discuss it, and us, and where we are. So y'all be praying.

Oh, and thanks to LJ again for hooking me up with the text of one of my all-time favorite songs.... good thoughts to meditate on......



Before the Throne

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong and perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is love
Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end of all my sin
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God, the Just, is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me

Behold Him there, the risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I AM
The King of Glory and of Grace
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased by His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God


“Before the Throne”, lyrics by Charitie Less Bancroft, alt. lyrics and music by Vikki Cook.

© 1997 Sovereign Grace Worship (ASCAP).

You speck!!

"If you say there is no God, I can only ask how you --a speck of mortal living for a moment of time on an atom of an earth in plain sight of an infinite universe full of incredible beauty, wonder and design-- can so confidently hold so improbable a view."

---attributed to former President of Harvard University, Dr. Charles Eliot

Ernest Goes to Camp... and learns about Grace?!

At church Sunday one of the kids was talking about the "Ernest" movies (goes to Camp, goes to Jail, saves the Day, etc.). Monday I was thinking back through that conversation & wondered what his parents would have thought if I had asked him about M. Night Shyamalan's "The Village." Somehow I doubt they'd have been pleased.:-D Anyway, that got me thinking. (Smell smoke?!) I've got a bunch of things rattling through my head about the Village again in relation to Fundamentalism, standards, expectations, etc.; but mostly was just reminded that I still haven't finished LJ's Putting Amazing Back into Grace, so off the shelf it came again. :-) I was pleasantly surprised to find myself beginning chapter 7, "Mission Accomplished." This line got me...

The fact that God would choose, redeem, call, and keep a great number known only to Him is amazing grace indeed and of infinitely more comfort than the idea that Christ's death actually secured the salvation of none, merely making salvation possible, depending on the ability of those who are 'dead in trespasses and sins' to make the right moves to God.

Imagine, "the work of Christ on the cross was effective in and of itself." Imagine, indeed!!