every captive thought

Really, Jude? 

This morning we worked on a little Easter craft.  James is always up for some crafting so he needed no convincing.  Jude, on the other hand, has an aversion to cotton balls.  He was distressed.  Luckily our little craft included glue, markers, googly eyes, and cotton swabs.  He was lured in. Katy Jane supervised.   Jude was pleased with his final product. My little snuggle bunny. James insisted on making a silly face.  Katy Jane was not impressed. She finally had to put a stop to the silliness. Now we are all ready for a hoppy Easter!

Today is two years since Jude's surgery to remove the large tumor that had grown around one of his adrenal glands.  Yesterday was the two year mark of finding out he had cancer.  Those days drastically changed our lives.  Now, two years removed, I can say that it has mostly been for the better.  So much good has come from such a difficult time.  God is so good to us.  Our precious little Jude is a living testimony of God's goodness and faithfulness. For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:13-14

Jude, Katy Jane and I left for Dallas Tuesday.  The hotel I normally stay at was booked.  As was everything else I called on.  I ended up having to stay about 19 miles from the hospital in an unsafe area right by one of the freeways they are doing construction on and a strip club on the other side.  The hotel was mainly occupied by construction workers.  We stuck out like a sore thumb. I will lie down and sleep in peace, for You alone,  O Lord, make me dwell in safety.  Psalm 4:8 Wednesday morning was Jude's appointment with the oncologist.  His appointment was routine and we are waiting on lab results as always.  Jude was brave and a very good boy. We were out of Jude's appointment in record time.  My Mom had the great idea that I should call to see if they had any cancellations in the GI clinic and could possibly work us in so we wouldn't have to spend 2 extra days in Dallas.  I called and talked to two different girls.  One was so sweet, listened to my problem

I will be leaving tomorrow with the two littles for Dallas.  Jude's appointment is Wednesday morning and Katy Jane's is Friday morning.  Four fun-filled days of driving, hotels and hospitals with a 2 year old and a 9 month old.  Bet your jealous, right? I'm dreading this trip for so many reasons.  The obvious is because I have 2 babies that need to go to a children's hospital and that just sucks.  I'm also dreading it because I feel like I just got all 3 of my kids back together under one roof and now I have to leave my Jamesie again.  I hate being away from him.  Hate it!  Also, we just got into this house, haven't even gotten unpacked yet, and now I am packing up again to leave town for the week.... As I was typing that ridiculous, ego-centric paragraph and feeling all sorry for myself I was just reminded of a friend's blog I just read.  She is battling cancer again for the jillionth time.  After I read her post, the next post on my reader was from ano

I forgot to mention that the little princess has gotten her first tooth!  I tried to get a picture of it but couldn't.  Brad got a lot done on Katy Jane's room.  It's painted, the curtains are hung, and furniture is in.  He still has to do the accent wall, hang decorations, and put on the outlet covers.  Just so you know...Brad has forbidden me to hang anything in this house.  He actually made me promise.  I did a lot of damage to the walls in our previous homes trying to hang curtains so I am no longer allowed  to get anywhere near the walls with a hammer...or any other tools.  Nana got Katy Jane this for her room...a portly princess...just like my little Katy. Love! Penny brought us over some of her famous cookies the other day when she came to help me unpack.  Jude was double-fisting it today.  They are that good. James helped me bake a cake this afternoon.  It was our first time to use the oven at the new house.  I think it might be a little unbalanced.

This move might kill us.  We have moved several times and it has never been as difficult as this move has.  It's ok though.  It will all be worth it in the end.  I keep telling myself that.  Mom and Dad kept the kids some more for us.  Otherwise, we would be even further behind than we already are.  They brought them home to us yesterday afternoon.  I was more than ready to see them. The movers came yesterday to move all the rest of the big heavy stuff that we didn't want to move ourselves.  They did a horrible job and took forever. But last night was our first night to sleep in our new house and we loved it.  It was so good to all be under the same roof.  It was a beautiful evening and we sat outside and enjoyed our new backyard.       Is it a rabbit or a dog?  It's an Isabella. She loves her new backyard too. The other day Penny and Zintha came over to help me unpack and organize.  While Penny and I worked, James and (his future wife) Zintha built a h