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Change is afoot . . .

I have decided to change my blogging style. I don't write enough about who I am, what my daily life is like. There are other bloggers I feel I know. I know what they do, what they feel. When I look at mine, I don't see it that way. I mean, do you really know what I've been doing the last couple of days? Probably not, and if I don't write more about it, I won't remember some day either. So, with that said, I'm going to try to get more into the details, and if it's boring as hell, well, I'll stop!

OK, so yesterday . . . yesterday was sad and eye-opening. I went to Target, as I often do, but for some reason there were tons of children with major problems there: illnesses, handicaps, you name it, and none of them were together. Pure coincidence. I was there to get Olivia some fall stuff (I know I said no more, but my mom bought them, so you can't yell at me!) The first one I noticed was a young girl (maybe 5?) in one of those head and neck supporting wheelchairs. I looked, felt sad, and continued shopping. Next, I saw a tiny baby (too tiny to be out in public if you ask me) in a stroller, covered with a tent-like plastic. Think boy in the bubble. The tiny thing was hooked up to an oxygen tank which was being wheeled next to the stroller. Every few seconds, it beeped and I'd hear the tiny baby take a breath. I smiled at them and pushed my perfectly healthy, chubby girl away, saying a silent prayer for the baby. Not even two minutes later, I saw a young boy (4 maybe?) with leg braces walking with much difficulty while he attempted to hold on to an umbrella stroller with his mangled hands. My heart sank. He was a beautiful little boy, and as I watched his mother walk patiently beside him, I though how proud I'd be if that were my son. But then again, maybe that's not how I'd feel. I can't really say, can I? I suppose a mother is proud no matter what, but I'm sure with that pride comes a defensive feeling because you know people are watching him. I was starting to wonder if God was laying these images on my heart because I have laid in bed the last few nights, unable to sleep, trying to think how I can pay off the rest of our credit card. Then, as I was leaving, in walks a young girl (I'm guessing 7 or 8) with her mother and sister. She was completely bald, obviously from chemo, and I started to cry, right there in the middle of Target. God, you were sending me a message, weren't you? I wouldn't trade Olivia's health for all the money in the world. Last night, as I prayed about these things, I felt God say, "I'll take care of you. I always do" and I thanked him for our health.

Now for a bit lighter material. Last night I made the most incredible pad khing chicken(ginger, garlic and soy sauce sauteed with mushrooms, green peppers, and onion. Oh my!) I used a recipe from a Thai cookbook, so I can't take much credit, but it tasted JUST LIKE what I order at Chili Thai, one of our favorite restaurants. James even remarked that we didn't have to go there to order it anymore, to which I gave him the most evil look.

Then, after dinner, Olivia and I went by the mall of drop off my white gold chain to be fixed. Remember the necklace James bought me when I had Olivia? I leaned over and the chain got caught in Olivia's car seat. Luckily, it's easy to fix! Anyway, I took this as we were leaving. My new trick for when she's fussy in the car, or at any time, is giving her a spoon to suck on. She first showed interest in my spoon a couple of weeks ago, and now she beams when she sees one.

But then she decided that she'd rather play with the plant.

So, she ditched the spoon . . .

Well, Olivia just woke up from a 20 minute nap, which is actually long for her, so I'm off to change her. We've already had two poops today, one of which got all over her sheets, so hopefully there won't be any more surprises today! :-)

Posted by Hannah at September 26, 2006 01:50 PM