Whoa.

I kind of just signed myself up to run 4 half marathons in 4 weeks.

I'm a little bit scared and a little bit excited.

See, the longest race I've ever run is a 5k. Yeah. I'm planning to run a 10k next month, but that's a bit shorter than a half.

But the deal is . . . . the races benefit kiddos in India. Kiddos with AIDS. And that breaks my heart. So I kind of think that even if I need to walk, run, or somersault my way through them it needs to happen. Those kids deserve it.

Prayers appreciated. :)

Our First Break

Last night Spunky and Giggles were messing around, playing in the living room. Spunky heaved Giggles up and accidently dropped her. I was feeding the baby and saw it -- it didn't look good. It looked like she fell on her neck and head. She started crying immediately and saying her shoulder hurt. We put ice on it and gave her some pain medication, but after seeing that both sides of her body didn't match we felt she needed to go into the emergency room. Sure enough, she broke her collar bone. I knew it! They gave her a sling and said her arm needs to stay in it for 4 weeks. (Right. It's going to be a struggle to keep her in it for 4 days!) Her emotions, in order: upset (in pain) scared (about the hospital) curious (after 2 pain relievers) silly (watching Scooby Doo while waiting for results) giggly (today, enjoying extra attention from everyone) Spunky's emotions: guilt guilt guilt Poor girl, I think she's suffering more than her little sister! She already offered to help her pick up eggs at the church Easter egg hunt in 2 weeks. Since neither Ethan or I ever broke a bone, this is new for us. Honestly, I am SO grateful it was just a collar bone. It could have been a lot worse!

Random Thoughts

Hi.

Sometimes the thoughts swirling around in my head need someplace to go, and now is one of those times.

* I have been researching autism therapy dogs. Did you know there was such a thing? I really wish we could get one for Bubba. Here's some of the ways they help: if the child has a problem running away, the dog will retrieve the child to the parent. If the child is self-harming, the dog will interrupt the behaviour. If the child is having a mood swing, the dog will crawl onto the lap and calm the child. Awesome, right? However, the prices for a therapy dog are between $10,000 and $14,000. It's hard to imagine coming up with that kind of money. But it also really intrigues me, because I think of all of the ways it would help us as a family. Imagine camping . . . we've wanted to go before but we are so worried about Bub's safety. It would be nice to have an animal on alert 24/7.

* This one is really random. Ethan had a large bruise on his upper leg this week. When I pointed it out he had no idea where it came from. Then last night after worship team practice was over, he came home and told me he'd figured it out. It was from drumming! Last week's set had so many fast songs that he was using his right hand to play his snare. He hit his leg over and over again in the same place so many times it left a bruise! Made me laugh.