2011 Week 6

Mr. Kenny awarded Taylor her 'black belt recommended' belt.
Looks pretty snazzy!

Mr. Jobe gets Taylor started on those new board breaks...
Success!

BIG EYES! O-O

PINK HAIR!

Taylor enjoyed a week of warm weather, even though there was
much school work to make up.

We spent much of this week in make up mode. Taylor recovered from strep throat just in time to acquire a mystery gut bug that made 2 a.m. Wednesday morning a thing to remember. This mystery gut bug she got from ? caused a mass evacuation of her GI tract from both ends. She has probably never experienced a longer hour in her life. Well, maybe that 80 minutes of pushing to deliver her into this world would top the list, but just barely! And then, as kids are wont to do, she slept like a log from 3 a.m. until 8 a.m. and was back to her energetic self. How this is possible a mere 5 hours after turning your insides out, I have no idea. She proceeded to start eating all manner of things at breakfast time and didn't stop for the next 6 hours. Blueberries, cereal with milk, a banana, toast, saltine crackers, a bowl of chicken noodle soup, pretzels, two huge glasses of juice, leftover chicken and rice...

Well, you get the idea. Despite my best efforts, she pretty much blew the BRAT diet right out of the water. :) And all was well.

Kristin

2011 Week 5

THIS...

PLUS this...

EQUALS this...

PLUS this. :(

Taylor came down with the dreaded strep throat again this week. A throat swab (gag!) at the doctor's office gave us the unwanted diagnosis and sent us to the local pharmacy for some watermelon flavored antibiotic syrup. GAG! Taylor has 10 days of gagging to get through in order to rid herself of the throat plague. No fun, but we are still quite grateful for antibiotics.

John will have the first stage done next week. Getting those posts
placed in the jaw bone requires cutting, hammering and bone grafting. ICK.

John's oral surgery is coming up in two weeks' time. Anxiety all around! We have managed to figure out the funding for this much needed procedure, and best of all, it doesn't require living in a van down by the river! :) After 16 months with the right side of his mouth pretty much useless, John will be one step closer to having permanent molars again. He even jokes around about the implants lasting longer than his own teeth. I certainly hope they do. No one should have to go through this process more than once.

Some days you're the skunk, some days you're the dog.

And me? I have been working on myself. I have the tendency to panic, overwhelmed with the amount of work to be done. Just like the dog, I want to tackle the whole bowl at once. Wisely, I have deferred that impulse, thinking one bit at a time is all I'll be able to manage. I hope to be patient enough to live one day at a time, letting yesterday go as I'm able and leaving tomorrow until it arrives.

Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you, but not in the one ahead.

Kristin