Dad and LaDonna, and the rest of us, had a wonderful time @ MonsterJam. Dad loved
Tuesday night, we were getting ready to take Betty (my MIL) out to dinner for her birthday and Nathan (our oldest) came to the living room walking on the side of his left foot. Terry looked at it and saw something shiny . . . he tried to get it out, but Nathan kept pulling his foot back, because it hurt. After 45 minutes of this, I finally picked Nathan up (kicking and screaming) and put him in the car. I swear, if any of our neighbors could hear us, they would have called DFS on us. I had Patrick (our youngest) was standing in front of the back door crying, "you're not taking my brother to the hospital" . . . Nathan is yelling, "No . . . I don't want to go to the hospital"! Oh my . . . so I got him in the car and then forgot to hit the child safety lock! I had gone into the house, to get my purse and here comes Nathan into the kitchen . . . so the dragging of his happy 'lil butt into the car went on AGAIN! He was a little trooper at the hospital though. He had a small piece of glass in his foot (about 1/8" long) . . . once it was out, he wanted to take Grandma out for her birthday! How sweet! Grandma felt very heartfelt that Nathan still wanted to go and we had a wonderful time celebrating her birthday @ dinner.
So . . . needless to say, I haven't had much time to "craft" this week, or much less want to . . . Theresa and I have spent all of our time at the hospital. I did make Dad a card, last night . . . but it doesn't look like we're going to get out too much this morning. :o( It's snowing pretty heavy here in Kansas City today, it's supposed to last at least until noon. Maybe I can get out and see Dad this afternoon?!
Tammy's (Theresa's friend) daughter, Whitney, had an emergency gallbladder removal surgery yesterday. Her surgery went well and is probably going home today or tomorrow.
I know that everyone says that this stuff travels in three's . . . so there is our three! Enough is enough!

Please keep Whitney and our big guy (Dad) in your prayers . . . talk to you soon. Thank you for stopping by the craft room!
Peggy