Sigh....

I'm going to have to keep this short, friends, because my brain is absolutely fried.



Today was definitely not what I thought it would be. I had not planned on spending part of my Mother's Day in the ER with Sweet Boy, but that's what we had to do. While in the 11:00 service at church, I received a page from the nursery. I simply thought that William was fussy/maybe got a little bump on his leg...you know something just a kiss and hug could make all better. Well, upon arriving to the nursery I see William, in one of the worker's arms, with a goose-egg the size of a golf ball- smack dab on the forehead. On top of that, it was swelling so much that it had begun to split. After a mild freak-out, I grabbed the hubs, snatched up the diaper bad, and flew to the ER.



We were absolutely blessed to be directed to the one that we went to. Belle Harbor is a brand new ER that got us in, out, and cat-scanned in an hour. Seriously?! That was amazing. William is fine (thank you, Jesus), and just as a whopper of a bruise and some steri-strips to show for it.



The rest of our day went as planned: lunch at Catch 31 with my parents, grandparents, brothers, etc., and a nice afternoon on the beach (which come to find out, William lovessss). Even though the doctors told me my son was fine, I still felt an awful knot in the pit of my stomach the rest of the day. To tell you the truth, friends, the knot's still there.



I had planned on posting our strawberry pickin' pics tonight, but that will have to wait for another day. Maybe tomorrow I'll share them as well as the ER pics with you. For now, please pray that William will heal quickly and for my nerves to calm down. I also ask for you to give me words (I know what you're thinking, I never run out of those). I am quite uncomfortable with the current nursery situation at our church and, while I am quick to admit that, I am not sure how to approach it. William will not be returning to the nursery because this is not the first time he's gotten hurt (it certainly is the worst though). I pray that this will not affect our church attendance and that we can figure out a logical way to calm our reservations and fears.



I hope you all had a great Mother's Day and an even better tomorrow,



p.s. Don't think that just because I had MRSA, that my jam is tainted! Go ahead, get yourself a jar! ;)

It's a long one, but totally worth it (ahem, there's a contest at the end)...

Ok, so here's the deal. I've got a hodge-podge of a blog post for you tonight. There's going to be a little update mixed with some anticipation, melded with a bit of "you're not going to believe this".

See?

I told you I would be all over the place.

Let's get started, shall we??

I think it would be fun to start with the "you're not going to believe this" segment, so here ya go:
Well, you remember my "Move outta my way, Satan" post from yesterday? IT GOT WORSE. Seriously, I didn't think that I could have a more crappy morning, but boy, oh boy, I was wrong! Right after I finished my post, I got William up and we made our way through the Midtown tunnel towards our church for the Bible study that I was already an hour late to. We were making great time though and it was looking like I would catch the second half....until.... Satan strikes again.

One mile away from my exit there was a three car accident blocking all lanes of traffic. Now, I know I should be thankful that I was not the one in the collision, but traffic and I are definitely not friends. Seriously, the accident had just happened and, by the look of things, we were there to stay for awhile. The silver lining is that William and I met some really sweet people while stretching our legs on Interstate 164! Fortunately, I had also packed William a lunch to eat while in the church nursery. So there ya have it, we had our first highway picnic.

An hour later we were back on our way to the church. Ironically we started moving at noon on the dot. The exact time my study ended. SERIOUSLY? Satan sucks.

We still swung by the church because my mom had asked me to bring her some Ibuprofen for her foot. While dropping it off, and explaining how my husband's car fell apart in my hands and that we ate lunch on the side of an interstate, we noticed that Wip had a rash covering his entire body.

Holy freakin' cow.

No wonder the poor kid was scratching his head all morning. I thought he was just showing me his hair. Guess who wins Mom of the Year?? Not me!

I immediately got the pediatrician's office on the phone and was able to get him in at 12:30. Ok, good, we had 5 minutes to get there. I can handle that. After all, I've been going 100 miles an hour all morning. We got there on time and were seen immediately. I guess a possible allergic reaction in nothing to scoff at. Anyhoo...it turned out to just be a side affect of the amoxicillin he's taking...not a reaction. Thank God.

Since the doctor's office is right next to Food Lion, I decided to go ahead and get some shopping done. While there, my son, the boy wonder, thought it would be a good decision to stand up in the cart. Now, before you start to think that I walked away or didn't have him strapped in, think again.

He was strapped in, and I was RIGHT there.

He is just a little mouse that can weasel his way out of anything! Since the moment he realized he could defeat the silly little strap, Wipa found it completely unnecessary to remain seated. From that point on I found myself pushing the cart with one hand and holding his leg down with the other (this was his "leverage leg" that he used to maneuver himself out of his "shackles").

Fuuuun stuff.

On top of that, Wip was screaming bloody murder and onlookers probably thought I was pinning him down for fun or something. Yeahhh, fun...that's it. Then at check out he immediately turned off the tears long enough to flirt with the checkout girl and get a balloon (that he later decided to bite a hole in and suck the air out). Really??

Needless to say, I begged my mom to let him stay with her during my appointment with the plastic surgeon. She willingly agreed and I was granted an hour, sans baby, to go to the doctor.

Now, this bring me to the update portion of my post:
While at the doctor, I got a wonderful bill of health and don't have to go back for 4 more weeks. As for now, I am to continue washing my arm really good and dressing it appropriately until it is completely healed. Once healed, I am good to go. I am officially MRSA free, but once the wound is 100% gone, I am absolutely good to go. Praise God! Oh yeah, he also cauterised it because I had some protruding skin due to it healing from the inside out (oh yeah, fun stuff). Other than that, I am healing like a champ.

Now for the anticipation segment:
Today we picked 4 quarts of strawberries to make some of Sweet William's strawberry jam. The plan is to can it and save it to give away to friends, coworkers, neighbors, etc. for Christmas. You may anticipate pictures (that I plan on posting tomorrow) of William picking those sweet berries. You may also anticipate a jar for yourself...if you're lucky! To get your hands on the first jar, all you have to do is post a comment about what you would eat the jam with. That's it. I just want to know what you'll be pairing our yummy goodness with and if I think it's winner worthy, you'll get the first jar! I'll even ship it to you if I don't see you on a day-to-day basis. Good luck!

Well, I'm off to bed. I've got a day of washing, de-capping, and mashing berries ahead of me!

I hope you all have a nice night and an even better tomorrow!

Move outta my way, Satan!!

I am sitting on my balcony, watching the trees blow in the breeze, feeling the sun shine on my skin, hearing the birds chirp (as cliche as it sounds), and just bathing in God's blessings. It wasn't 5 minutes ago that I was stomping my foot in frustration at my current situation.

You see, it's nearly 11:00 on Friday, and I am almost an hour late to my Bible study.

A Bible study that my mom leads.

A Bible study that my mom leads with a broken foot that is in need of medicine that I have.

Why am I late? Why am I blogging rather than driving?

Well, today I borrowed Sean's Explorer to run errands with instead of my tiny Jetta. As I was loading things into the back, the hatch fell off in my hands.

Crap.

After about a million attempts to get a hold of Sean (with no avail), I panicked.

I had William's diaper bag, our laundry, toys, strollers, and a cooler loaded up. William was sleeping inside. Where do I go? What do I watch?

God gave me the wisdom to sit on my balcony so that I could not only listen out for Sweet Boy, but could also watch our belongings.

What a God we have! He gave me peace when I was too worked up to ask for it.

Awesome.

Sean's here now and is trying to fix things...gotta run...

Oh what a night...

Argh...I just had a post written and about to save when my computer decided to freeze up!


Crap.


I don't feel like re-typing all of it, but it was basically about how google decided to put up ads on my side bar that were extremely offensive, and ones that I definitely DO NOT condone. I am sorry that they were there, but now I have decided to remove any and all google adds.

If you would like to advertise with our rapidly growing Wipa-de-do-da site, then feel free to email me @ hingleytrio@gmail.com


I hope you all have a great night and an even better tomorrow.

Tuesday's Update:

I haven't posted with words for awhile so I thought that while I waited for my hair to dry, I'd do just that. I've got a lot on my mind tonight- not bad things, just things. You see, since this whole MRSA saga began, I have been living in a complete and utter haze. I haven't had the time/energy/desire to do much of anything. This definition of anything includes cleaning, cooking, laundry, and all things work related. Yesterday was the first day in 2 weeks that I actually cooked my husband and son a dinner that didn't come out of a box (agh...). I was so proud of myself for having a "normal", full-functioning day. I was elated that I had a wonderful day at work, that I didn't need a nap to get through the day, that I went out to lunch with my mom, ran errands, had dinner ready and waiting for Sean when he got home, helped out a friend, and that I had my son in clean jammies and fast asleep by 7:30. Yesterday was good.

Today was great. I had William at the doctor's office, Starbucks in hand, by 9:00 for his last-minute appointment (mama was right, he had an ear infection...thankyouverymuch). I did take a nap after running errands, but only because we had an awful night with William due to his inner ear pain. I did, however, pick up baby boy's prescription, get the two of us lunch, run to the post office, and deposit a check that's been in my wallet for over a week! We also had a wonderful evening with friends celebrating Cinco de Mayo at the best Mexican restaurant in town (ahem, Plaza). I mean, can it get any better than that??

My arm is still healing beautifully and I am due to finish up my antibiotic tomorrow. Ten days of that medicine and I cannot wait to get it out of my system! Please pray that I will remain healthy once I am off of it. I am afraid that once it is out of my system, even though the nausea and exhaustion will have ceased, I will stop progressing.

Well, friends, my hair is nearly dry so I think it's safe to go to bed.

Remember, my new plan of showering in the p.m. so that getting ready in the a.m. goes smoothly??

...It would be brilliant if I wasn't able to do math in my sleep! When the alarm goes off, I always calculate how much longer I can sleep up to the last possible second. Silly girl, when will I learn?

Hope you all have a wonderful night and an even better tomorrow...

My son, the class clown

I wanted to post these pictures before now, but was wayyy too tired to do so last night. Yesterday we went to my Papaw's annual Shriner's BBQ. William wasn't too fond of the food, but loved the "entertainment" (errr an eclectic man with a keyboard). My son and his happy feet were quite popular among the crowd, and he ate the attention up! Here are a few shots of him hamming it up for his people:

William and Tay-Tay breaking it down

Wip doing the Cha Cha Slide...ha

Clap, baby, clap!

Get down!

Everybody clap your hands!

After tearing up the dance floor, William made a frienemy...

... See what I mean??

And as much as I do not condone violence, I can neither confirm nor deny if my child

had anything do do with this:

With dancing and bullies behind him, Wipee made some new friends at the table behind us...

And then he decided to dance with them.

And no matter how busy he is being an entertainer, William always makes time for photo ops with family. Here he is with Papaw (my dad's dad):

And Mamaw (My dad's mom):

I hope y'all have a great night and an even better tomorrow!

Splish Splash!

William had a BLAST in his new baby pool and I just had to share the photos...

I hope to post with words tomorrow, but if you're in the mood for some reading material now, feel free to catch up on some older posts. Have a great night and an even better tomorrow!