Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?

"Happy Camper"

"Angry Guy"

"Scaredy Cat"

"Sleepy"

"The Sad Look"

"Confusion"

My nephew. You might remember him from THIS POST. He posed for me this time. Lots.

see the resemblance?

Ren created this special egg to represent his dad. Notice the intricate detailing:

Um, yes... that's a bald spot. Here it is, up close and personal:

It's so funny watching an 8-year old mess with his dad.

another gross tonsil picture

I'm not standing as close as I was the first time I did this, but as far as I can tell things haven't changed much. This is after three days on prednisone and an antibiotic:

The Darth Vader daytime breathing seems to have lightened up but we're still having issues with sleep apnea.

Perhaps things will be different tonight.

the truth about Easter

truth (trōōth) n. pl. truths (trōōthz, trōōths)

1. Conformity to fact or actuality.
2. A statement proven to be or accepted as true.
3. Sincerity; integrity.
4. Fidelity to an original or standard.

5.

a. Reality; actuality.

b. Often truth that which is considered to be the supreme reality and to have the ultimate meaning and value of existence.

If you haven't already, be sure to check out Jennifer/MckMama's recent Easter post. She has some great insights on truth. I'm all over that, especially in light of all of the postmodern messages we face today. Just click on the orange links to learn more.

Today is lay around in my jammies catch-up day. I'll be back later with some pics from our weekend as well as the April faithbooking lesson. Soon. Real soon.

Hoppy Easter

It was very early in the morning on the first day of the week. The women took the spices they had prepared. Then they went to the tomb. They found the stone rolled away from it. When they entered the tomb, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. They were wondering about this.

Suddenly two men in clothes as bright as lightning stood beside them. The women were terrified. They bowed down with their faces to the ground.

Then the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? Jesus is not here! He has risen! Remember how he told you he would rise. It was while he was still with you in Galilee. He said, 'The Son of Man must be handed over to sinful people. He must be nailed to a cross. On the third day he will rise from the dead.' "

Then the women remembered Jesus' words.

Luke 24:1-8 (NIrV)

This post originally published on 3/23/08.

this is nuts.

If you've been following all of my tweets and FB blurbs and posts, it's possible you picked up a thing or two about our tonsil issues. Last Wednesday, the 8-year old began showing the classic signs of infection. For us, those signs are not-so-classic... he never complains of pain, rarely has a fever. He'll suffer instead from Obstructive Sleep Apnea and a quick peek will reveal enlarged tonsils. Extremely enlarged. It's been like this for the last three years, like clockwork.

The appointment with our new pediatrician didn't go very well. He was sure it was simply "allergies" despite my insistence otherwise. We were thankfully given a referal to an ENT and had an appointment scheduled two weeks out.

Two weeks.

Do you know what happens when an 8-year old doesn't get enough sleep for even two days? The child enters a weepy, zombie-like state. After receiving a call from the school nurse and hearing her concerns (as well as his teacher's) over his daytime breathing issues, I decided to make another call and had our ENT appointment moved up to today. The ENT took one look and said, "They didn't put him on antibiotics?"

Umm, no.

The ENT said the strep test is a waste of time because it recognizes only one of dozens of possible bacterial culprits. He told us that the size of the tonsils and the GREEN STUFF DRIPPING DOWN HIS THROAT was a clear indication of infection. In fact, he said the size of the tonsils alone should have made that clear.

Grrrrr. So now he's on prednisone to help him breathe until the antibiotic kicks in. The poor little guy. What burns me most is that this exact thing happened last year with another doctor and when I told our new pediatrican about it, he totally blew me off. Of course, it would have helped IMMENSELY had they had his medical records.

Another glitch.

Unfortunately, it's been the worst night yet as far as sleep goes. I finally moved him to our recliner and am now trying to prepare for tomorrow's crop in the dark. (This should be interesting.)

He just woke up again. (Yes, this should be interesting.)

the race is on!

Last weekend at the retreat, I found myself drooling over Kelli's cupcake pictures. She'd recently traveled to New York and we got to talking about how hard it is to find a decent cupcake here in the Twin Cities.

Then Crystal stepped into the conversation, placing THIS ARTICLE before me. A quick visit through Sheela's website and I was hooked. (Seriously, how could I not be with THIS TANTALIZING LIST of flavor options.)

To top things off, her cupcakes are available weekly through these lovely venus:

Thursdays @ The Triple Rock (remember THIS POST?), 629 Cedar Ave. N., Minneapolis

Fridays, 10 a.m. @ The Golden Fig, 790 Grand Ave., St. Paul

Saturdays, 10 a.m. @ Mitrebox, 213 Washington Ave. N., Minneapolis

The flavors are posted each week on her blog, just click HERE for more information.

I was bound and determined to pick myself up some cupcakes this week. So much so, that I even convinced the hubby to set an alarm on his day off so he could join me. We scrambled out of the house and managed to make it to The Golden Fig shortly after 10:00 am, nearly knocking Crystal over on our way into the store.

Thankfully, she left us some cupcakes :-) But as word gets out... who knows what we'll be facing next week!