Crap!!

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     Crap is not a very lady-like word, but there are times when it is the only word that will do. And, there has been some crap at the Isaacs' house.

     Quick update: Shelby has had two concerts with the Children's Choir, Emme had a "procedure" done at the hospital, and I am addicted to Pathwords and Sweet Potato Fries.

     How's that for quick??

     If you are nosey like me... that is not nearly enough information.

     Shelby has had 3 choir rehearsals and 3 concerts in a week. I had no idea when she tried out for this choir in '07 that they were : A) so amazing B) so professional C) so Christ centered.... at least the Christmas concerts have been. I am blown away by the training that she is getting for $330 a year. The concerts have been a perfect way to worship and truly get into the season for the right reason. (Yea! I made a rhyme... or rather... I stole it!)

     Last Tuesday, Emme had an endoscopy. In this the procedure, they knocked her out.... with bubble gum flavored air and ran a camera down her esophagus, into the stomach and into the beginning of the intestines. Poor thing was so hungry (procedure was at 11:15, she had not had food since 3:30 am. I told her it was her fault. She got us into this mess.:-) (Just call me Mercy Mama) she passed out licking the gas mask.

     The procedure was scheduled for 44 minutes. I think it took 12 minutes. When one has about 6 inches from the mouth to the intestine, I guess it shouldn't take long.

     Everything looks great.... EXCEPT.... the hole at the beginning of the stomach is supposed to close after food passes through. Her hole does not close. It has atrophied. In time, it should fix itself, but until then, things come up very easily. Add that to her aversion for food, the mere sight of the baby food jars induces gagging and coughing... and you have... lots of laundry.

     The next step will be to assign her to a feeding team. She needs her mouth desensitized. Basically, she needs to learn how to eat. How ironic! I need to learn not to:)

     If you've been lurking around for any length of time, you know that I have lots of quirks. One of them is I have some addictions. I have tried to confess my sins. It's not working for me.

     One of my addictions is a game called Pathwords. It's all BooMama's fault. I am not taking any responsibility. Don't go there! And, if you do, don't blame me.

     My other quirk... because one always has to involve food... just ask Paul or Gina...sweet potato fries. For the record, until about 2 weeks ago, I hated, with every fiber of my being, sweet potatoes. I really don't even know what possessed me to try them. It was probably my vitamin deprived body screaming out for some nutrients. Nonetheless, I tried them.

     I cut up one sweet potato, skin intact. Drizzled it with olive oil... one tsp. Rolled it around in the olive oil so they all got coated. Added some sea salt. Baked on 400 for about 3o minutes. And, the love affair began.

     This is going to surprise you .... but, I eat them EVERY day!!!! Today, I ate them twice. I am pretty sure, by Christmas, I am going to be orange.

     So, there you have it.

      Since I took a little hiatus, I can't wait for all the comments about how much you all missed me!!!

   

Yum!!  Yum!!!  Yum!!!

     Emme at the hospital.  Doesn't she just look pathetic?


     Crap!  Yes, that little pile behind her foot.  She threw up, so Paul took her clothes off , sat her down and went to get her towel.  When he came back, she was standing in a puddle laced with her own fecal matter.  

     Emme in her own personal spa bath, aka The Kitchen Sink.  See the cutting board??  We always have to throw something out of the sink because these situation don't come at convenient planned times.