Eeyore Is On My Couch

As I sit playing Spider Solitaire, I'm listening to my love reading Winnie the Pooh to Grant. It's so cute to see them sitting there together. Grant listening so closely to his daddy and Boomer reading in his best Eeyore voice. It makes me smile.

Grant has been on breathing treatments for a couple of weeks now, but had to start Prednisone Friday night after trick-or-treating fun. Poor thing. He said he didn't have any fun today at school because he couldn't participate in P.E. or recess. I had to write a note saying no physical activity until further notice because it just stirs up his coughing. It was so hard this weekend. Listening to him cough and cough and cough each night before he settled down and the medicine kicked in. We were up at 2am Saturday night/Sunday morning giving him back-to-back nebs. I kept telling him not to talk ... to save his air and it took me back to the hospital with Bill. It made me sad to think about Bill on his oxygen and a couple of the same meds as Grant. I always worry when Grant gets like this, but it was even harder after watching Bill.

Lord, please heal his lungs.

Thankfulness

We are so thankful to be in God's country
three beautiful boys
my helpmate
Asa's preschool
Grant's Christian teacher
nice weather
our land
our country
freedom of prayer
the ability to choose our next president
my husband's job
my faith
bible quiz memories from my childhood
memories of Camp Pettijohn
having two churches that feel like home
Christian friends
a giant of a man who stepped up to be my father
country life
the slower pace
hay rides from school to the park
trick-or-treating at stranger's houses
trick-or-treating with all the doors open driving with kids hanging from the car
a police force that drives by handing out pencils
being able to see the stars every night
complete silence
having to stop for turkey to clear the road (daily)
seeing deer out the window (daily)
our health
healthy kids
I praise God every day for being in our lives. His presence means everything to me.

Look Who's 18 Months Old

Yes, I know, his 18 month mark was 16 days ago, but I'm sure you understand that I'm just now getting there. This was his first appointment with his new doctor and we love her. I didn't know at the time we choose her that she worships with us. What a score! She was quick to ask if we were promoting him to the new Sunday school class because she is the teacher and doesn't have any kids. So cute! Anyway he is 34 inches tall which is 90th%, weighs 28 lbs 9 oz (75th%) and his head circumference is 97th%. Yes, he's tall like Boomer and has a big head like me. Oh well, not 1/2 bad, right? He's right on with everything and took his shots well. The most interesting thing was the questionnaire I had to fill out about his development and autism signs. Scary stuff. If it's not the vaccinations, then what is it? The preservatives in our foods? drugs in our water? What are we doing to our children?

6th Picture in my 6th Folder

This is from our trip to the fair last year. Boomer, Grant and Asa are in the 4th basket from the top. I am safely on the ground. Okay, Amy, there you go! btw ... this was when I saw Jennifer, Barry and their handyman friend from Heritage House at the fair.

Now I tag Wendy, Donna and Susan! Okay girls, please post the 6th picture in the 6th folder.

Our Papa

Willis Hunt Castner II

Willis "Bill" Hunt Castner II passed away Sunday, Oct. 19, 2008, in Arlington after a brief illness.

Service: 3:30 p.m. Wednesday in Moore Memorial Chapel. Visitation: 6 to 8 p.m. Tuesday at the funeral home.

Pallbearers: Charles Bean, Jimmy Ragan, John Reed, David Maynard, Jeff Weatherford and Anthony Tobar.

Bill was born March 27, 1933. He was a retired captain in the U.S. Navy with 30 years of service. He also retired from Vought Aircraft after 30 years, was a teacher at Texas Wesleyan University with 19 years of service and an active Realtor/broker with 20 years of service. Bill earned his bachelor's degree from the University of Texas and his master's degree from TCU.

Survivors: Wife of 31 years, Nita; three daughters; six grandchildren; and numerous great-grandchildren.

Here's an Update from Mom & a little from me

"His white count is down a little, still giving him Procrit for his red blood cells, which are marginal/normal per nurse. Just spoke to the doctor, he is not any worse today, his x-ray maybe a hair better, IV drugs are insulin & tobermycin & sedation meds, test results are not back yet on Wed or Thurs Tests. He'll call me if there is any test results today or if he needs me. His B/P is better, they are giving him meds for that also."

We're fixin' to leave. That "fixin'" is special for my father because he always made fun of that southern word.

The boys and I watched Pollyanna this week. I am playing the glad game as much as possible. :)