Curtis is going under the knife on Monday for nasal septoplasty. Some of you may remember the health problems he was having earlier this year. After lots of testing and medications, an ENT specialist determined that he has a deviated septum. So, this will be repaired on Monday. The surgery doesn't sound very fun at all. The scraping of a bone spur is involved. YIKES! If you so desire you can read more about septoplasty here.
I will be taking a week of vacation to be home with him for his recovery. So, I will be away from the computer for a while but will be back with an update sometime the next week.
Curtis is more than a little nervous about the surgery as this is the first time he has ever been put to sleep. I ask that you keep Curtis and his surgeon in your prayers Monday morning. We know that God is in control, and we trust in Him.
This morning we were running late getting out of the house and I knew I was going to miss getting JC to school on time for breakfast, so I told him I would make him some chocolate milk. When I went in the kitchen I found that someone had already polished off the milk. So I decided to run through the McDonald's drive-thru for chocolate milk and a McGriddle (one of the best inventions ever, btw) for JC. When I was driving from the ordering speaker over to the fist window I heard an awful commotion coming from the window. The ladies inside the restaurant were yelling over the Tahoe in front of me to the male McD's worker walking across the parking lot. As I got closer I heard them saying, "Get over here. It's a rat!" To which he replied, "I don't work for no pest control." Then I saw him... the rat, that is.
He was climbing on the side of building right beside the window where you pay. He was just about level with my car window (which was down). When I got even with him he just kind of stopped and looked at me. Of course JC was trying to figure out what was going on because of all the people yelling. I should have rolled up my window (what if he had jumped in? OMG. I don't even want to think of what I would have done...), but I just kind of froze there. After looking and me and sniffing around a little he scampered off into the bushes beside the building. The ladies inside were pretty excited about this early morning action, but they didn't look that shocked about it. I am guessing it was not the first rat they've seen there. JC went ahead and ate his breakfast, but we will probably be taking a little break from that McD's for a while...
Hi, my name is JC and I have an addiction. You've all tasted them... you all love them. Whatever you call them - powdered donuts, donettes, little gems, minis - you know what I am talking about...
Well, they have taken over my son's life. And it is all my fault. Why, you might ask. Well, here is how this addiction began. I loved these as a kid, so several months ago while grocery shopping, I spotted a bag and felt that mouth-water you get when you are craving something as sweet as our little gems. So, I casually tossed a bag into my cart. Little did I know how much I would regret it. Since I had loved them as a kid, naturally I wanted JC to have a little taste. BIG mistake. He wants them all the time. Snacks, breakfast, dinner... it doesn't matter. To him, donuts are the perfect choice.
This is how bad it has gotten... First, my parents realized he loved them and being the loving grandparents that they are, decided to have some on hand at their house to pacify our little addict's cravings when they hit. Second, we visited my friend Lynn and her new baby, Sophie, in the hospital after she was born and he spotted a bag in the hospital room. My usually shy-around-strangers child was not above asking for donuts. Then, I find out that he had eaten almost a full bag of the little donuts at a softball game he and Curtis had been to with some Eupora folks while I was in Tupelo on Girl Scout business not too long ago. Horrifying!
EVERY TIME we go in Wal-Mart or any grocery store he says, "I think we need to get some donuts." I have started changing the subject or just ignoring him when he mentions it, but the little booger is persistent. He wants them all the time... it is like they have overtaken his senses.
I am weaning him off of them, gradually. It is hard. Like this morning, I bribed him with one to get him out of bed so I wouldn't be late for work. (I know none of you other moms use bribery with your children, right?) Then, he freaked out because I only gave him one. "I wanted three donuts," he cried. But, I held my own.
I know I started this, and I will have to be the one to finish it. I know this has been a light-hearted post, but I can read the nutrition facts. I realize that those donuts are serious junk-food and that this must stop.
Mothers beware... do not give these to your children.
Today is mine and Curtis' seven year anniversary! I cannot believe it has been seven years! Curtis is the best. He is such a good husaband and a good daddy! I am so blessed to be married to a man who loves the Lord and loves his family. I love you, Curt!