We are still here (Part II).

Plum 0; Flu 1.

I'm losing the battle, but I will not lose the war. I had my flu shot and now I have the flu. What the heck is up with that?

Between our recent stomach virus/food poisoning episode and the flu, 2011 has not been our year.

I hear the Cuddler repeat the following to herself while we do breathing treatments:

Not only so, but we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance;

Romans 5:3.

We will be the most persistent bunch you have ever seen. I leave you with this picture until I feel like I have more to say.



Love, a fitful and feverish Plum

in plain sight

This little gem has been in the house for a month. I had no idea that I could have been licking it this whole time.











Caring is sharing so I shared with Addy.



Izzy preferred to lick her share off of my lips.



If you are planning on leaving any comments about dogs licking babies, don't. The Cuddler doesn't care what you have to say about it and she probably loves her dogs more than she loves you.

Love, a sugary little Plum

P.S. My friend, Mary Elizabeth, is improving. She is battling round two with meningitis so please remember her.

I say a little prayer for you...

Ok, Aretha Franklin she is not but the Cuddler is always singing this song. Actually she is singing it in the style of the gay best friend from my Best Friend's Wedding. You know the scene. It's a classic. All of this is really beside the point.

The point of this post is prayer. See, I have a buddy, Mary Elizabeth. She and I share the fabulously big head but her's had to be reshaped a little bit surgically. She is having multiple complications after her surgery and I would be so greatful and humbled if any of you could find a moment to lift Mary Elizabeth and her family up in prayer. I love them and only want the best for them.

Love, faithfilled Plum and family

Float like a butterfly...

and sting like a bee.

That's what my red bin that holds all my blocks said right before it jumped up and stung me.





My first black eye.

Love, a busted little Plum

holed up

We are warm and waiting to see what is going to happen with the weather. We are all recuperating but very slowly. We have had a relaxing and restful weekend. Here are some old pictures until I have something more substantial to say.

Me and Morning Guy at the park on the slide.



Me in the leaves.



Me hiding some of my stuff in PawPaw's cabinet.



Much Love, a frosty little Plum

We are still here.

I've been at my Non's and PawPaw's for a the last five days so I couldn't blog.

We are all still alive. It was touch and go for a while, but things are looking up. We have learned several things lately:

1. I weigh 24 pounds and 4 ounces.
2. I'm 33.25 inches tall.
3. My head is still at the 95th percentile (50 cm).
4. I'm on track developmentally for a 15 month old.

And last but not least...

5. Morning Guy is a loud thrower upper. It is like he is yelling or screaming at our toilet or something.

Love, a precious little Plum who is really glad to be home

our village.

I've heard it takes a village to raise a child. Well, I have and love my village. I was lying on our bathroom floor wishing for death and called my village at midnight. It was obvious when Morning Guy was lying in the other bathroom that we were no longer able to care for the Plum.

At midnight, I did not know if we had a virus or food poisoning. It's food poisoning. Plum has it too. My sweet Moma and Daddy came at midnight and picked up the Plum. They made multiple stops on the way back to their house to clean up a vomiting Plum and a trip to Walmart to get him Pedilyte.

My parents never questioned why they were getting up in the middle of the night to drive 45 minutes to pick up my baby. All my moma said when I said that I needed her was, "I'm on my way." Other than my daddy gagging at the Zips and threatening a "crack head" at the Walmart, they have not said one negative thing about taking care of violently ill toddler.

I can honestly say that I have never felt this bad in my life and that I could not have taken care of Plum even if he had not been sick and there is no way that I could have taken care of him once he got sick too.

We are hoping that this is not a sign of things to come for 2011. Surely things will get better from here.

Blah, the Cuddler