Trading Places

This morning as the kids were walking out the door for school I curled up under a blanket on the couch and giggled as I told them I was just going to stay there for a while. "What!" "Huh!" Those were the initial responses. "Were trading places with you and your going to school today." If only I had been able to stay on the couch all day, curled up under that blanket. Wouldn't that be the life?

They were convinced they wanted my job this morning. Until they came in from practice tonight and asked me how my day under the blanket was. When I told them it only lasted a couple of minutes and then the real fun began they decided their life was a whole lot better than mine. I tried to convince them that their lives weren't better only different. Hanging out with their friends had become a whole lot more appealing than cleaning up Ashley Kate's ostomy masterpiece. I would be willing to pay good money to anyone who had some kind of advice for teaching a two year old to leave her ostomy bag in place. I am definitely failing at this part of my job.

It was a busy , hectic day and I have just now stopped to take a moment to blog. Even on my busiest days I find myself continuously thanking the Father for this life. Just being here to do my list of "to dos" makes me smile. Ashley Kate is ready to pull an all nighter with her mommy after her late evening nap. I think we will stay up and finish the laundry in hopes of getting a head start on tomorrow. Hopefully with a little jump start we will be able to accomplish even more tomorrow. She has an eval for therapy in the morning and then the real fun begins again on Wednesday. I know her therapists think she's cute, but I am afraid their admiration ends right there. Ash has NO social skills and the minute they walk in the door she begins to cry. She will cry and fight the whole time they are here and she won't stop until she is waving "bye bye" to them as they are headed down the walk. Sweet Ashley Kate isn't very sweet to those who expect her to do a little work.

You just have to love her. I know I sure do. Even with her attitude, orneriness, and trouble making skills. I look at her and my heart melts each and every time. Those eyes, those lashes, her tiny nose and rosy cheeks. She scrunches up her nose and grins from ear to ear. I love being her mommy and I wouldn't trade places with anyone.

Hope you all are well. Thanks so much for those who continue to pray for our pickle. We find things to be encouraged about each and every day, and you are such a blessing to us. Good night my friends. Trish