ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER DOLLAR OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT . . .

So, back to yesterday's news. Here are the updates. Dad only had a tiny little bruise on his bum. You've been waiting all day and night to hear that, haven't you? Oh c'mon admit it?! You wanted to know. Seriously though, it doesn't appear that his fall was serious--this time. Now we have to convince him to stop doing dumb stuff! Actually, he's pretty good and I think it scared him enough that he won't be doing any climbing onto anything but the floor from now on.

Jonathon went to the doctor for a check-up today and we found he wasn't doing significantly better. His oxygen count was up in the high nineties which is what saved us from having him re-admitted to the hospital today but his lungs still sound pretty junkie. They did another lung xray and said his lungs have only slightly improved. The doctor feels like he should have been improving more quickly and can't figure out why this bronchiolitis is hanging on nor the RSV. We decided to put him on a course of antibiotics in case he had a secondary infection they aren't seeing. Hopefully, that will help. Please pray for him that it will help. He needs to get well so badly.

Carly, well, Carly was just being Carly today. She's got her "girl" emotions on all the time now. Up/down, high/low, happy/sad, HOLY MOLY! Wow, "we" are emotional creatures! Who knew?!

So, last night I said pictures were coming. Well, they are here. For a few minutes last evening no one was minding the mint. Grandma had just finished baking banana bread and gone downstairs and Julie was busy baking cookies in the kitchen and has a one track focus. I was taking care of Jonathon when all of the sudden the little munchkin pictured below came and found me wanting help to clean up. Turns out she'd made quite a mess with the 25lb bag of flour her older sister had pulled out to fill the flour container with. Before I helped her clean up, I had to take her back to the scene of the crime (and get a couple of pictures) and find out why the warden wasn't paying any attention to what this little munchkin was doing. Yah, turns out Carly was whooping it up in the flour bag less than two feet from Julie and she never knew it was going on!? Crazy man! Teenagers--whatcha gonna do?

Without further ado--Here's Carly!