Wednesday, February 11, 2009

And the answer is. . .

As many of you know, my little monkey has been sick a few times. We have been going through ALOT of tests to find out what is making him sick. And now for the results. . . He's got two things going on. First- Allergies- pretty much to any thing that you can find in the south. Dust, grass, trees, mold, etc. These allergies cause asthma. Second- He has an genetic disorder called IgA deviancy. What does that mean? (I would google it to get the details, I can't spell all of that medical stuff) Pretty much your blood makes two kinds of antibodies- IgG and IgA. The IgA ones help to fight off infections in the "severe" areas like the lungs and GI track. He does not produce alot of the IgA antibody. Which causes him to have an upset stomach and upper respiratory infections. (Hey, this is sounding familiar) It's a pretty common condition, one in about 500 kids have it. So, now we know what's going on. Now what can we do about it? Nothing. Yep, that's right. The allergies can be treated. Right now we are waiting before starting shots. The IgA? Not treatable. Isn't that nice? Why even tell me that he has it?

It's times like this when I know the Lord is watching out for me and my family. My mind keeps going over all of the terrible things that he could have had and has been tested for. We are blessed. True we can't do anything for his condition but it's not that bad. I can live with it. He can LIVE with it. The Lord really does watch out for me and I want to thank him for this blessing.

Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Mist

A few weeks ago, we got about 1/4 of an inch of snow. Some of us did not like it.. . Some of us loved it. . .


Notice there is NONE on the streets. Yet schools were closed. Go figure






Thursday, February 5, 2009

Happy!

I just want to say that I'm really happy when good things happen to people I love!! That's all.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

A three year-old in the 21st century

Corban: Mom, we gots to hurry!!

Me: Why? What's going on?

Corban: I have to go to the Batroom and turn into Batman.

Me: Oh yeah? How do you know they need you?

Corban: Because Mom, I just got an email.