I don’t even know where to begin, but to say that last week was one of the most draining that I’ve experienced. I felt like I was a rubber ball thrown from one wall of emotion (terrified) to another (scrambling, nervous) to another (relieved, elated) to yet another (insanely enraged beyond all imagination).

Which is why I stayed away from my blog until tonight. BECAUSE UNDER THAT TYPE OF EMOTIONAL INSTABILITY, I PROBABLY WOULD HAVE SNAPPED EVERY SINGLE THREAD OF RATIONALITY INTO THIRDS.

Really. I’m not exaggerating.

Oh, where do I begin?

This is the little 4 year old boy who’s been complaining of headaches and “Mommy, my bed is twirling” for the past few months. So, we took him to the doc: “I can’t think of any reason why he’s got these symptoms. Let’s watch it for a few weeks and see if it keeps happening.” And we went home and just kept careful watch of what might trigger these episodes. A few weeks later, I brought him back to the doc, prompted by Andrew’s teacher who mentioned to me that he was complaining about his head. Doc: “I think we should get a brain MRI because blahblah blah TUMOR blah blah TUMOR blah BRAIN blah blahbla SURGERY blahblah TUMOR.”

There probably were a few more blahs in that conversation, interjected by several OH SHITs. But who’s keeping record?

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But wait little kids..where’s does the milk come from????

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EDIT: 9:00am Sunday
Tampa Trib & Observer Readers: I goofed! I held the drawing Saturday morning, but in the Tampa Tribune and EC Observer, I wrote that the drawing would be held on Sunday. Well, my goof is your gain, as this morning, I’m going to pick an additional winner from the pool of only Tribune/Observer comments…so read on…

This Saturday morning, I had every intention of waking up bright and early to post the winners. But the boys wanted to make breakfast for MiMi and PaPa (Scott’s parents), who are visiting from Buffalo, NY.

How could I say no to this face?

They made German Oven Pancakes for breakfast.

Okay, I know. Enough about breakfast, how about the winners?
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I am never a woman with few words. But I think the story of what happened last weekend may not really require any explanation. Read the full story

We bought some Praying Mantis egg cases from Suburban Habitat - one of them finally hatched and we all watched in wonder as hundreds of Praying Panties wiggled their way out of the egg case.

Yes, only my kids would call them Praying Panties and get away with it.

I know you’re going to ask…WHY?!?!? PM’s are beneficial insects and we let them loose in the garden to keep the bad bugs away. Survival of the Fittest at its finest. One of the egg cases hatched last weekend, and Andrew and Nathan had fun releasing them in the garden.

Fill in the blank…
“In my book, ‘Praying Panties’ would refer to ______!”

Can you tell who’s holding the camera????

Andrew certainly has a fondness for stickers. Small, annoying stickers. They are ALL OVER MY HOUSE.

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