Triplets are Born

There were one and two boys added to the extended Rellim family last night and each weighed over five pounds. AMAZING! Everyone is reportedly doing well, but the babies will be staying for a few days until breathing and feeding skills normalize.

Way to go, new mom!!

We're praying for you!

God Knows EVERYTHING

At 6:00 am Wednesday morning I woke up, still thinking about bills from the night before. Cleverly, I decided that in order to make ends meet, we would not tithe to our church on Sunday. Yeah! That was just the solution. "What's God need money for anyway?! Can't he just create some for himself?" (Rellim, Boy. May 2006)

At 8:00 am Wednesday morning I logged into my email and received a message from our preacher. He asked if I would consider praying Sunday before the offering.

Talk about the Spirit nudging. . . So I prayed on Sunday AND we tithed.

State Fair Time

Here is a picture of our neices at the State Fair. I usually make a run for the corn dog stand during the washing of the pigs.

Helpful Hint

If ever you are sitting in your home thinking, "What smells like wet crawl space?" - Guess what?

It's a wet crawl space.

You might have to replace a few pipes in your plumbing, have some trap thingy installed in your washing machine water drain and repair the condensate drain on your AC so that it will stop pouring water under your house. While you're at it, you might consider replacing the 45 year old water heater and a couple floor joists with water damage.

Oh! Wait a minute. The floor joists sustained damage from termite damage, not water damage. That headline might read, "Not All Free Mulch is Free."

Happy Birthday, Owen!

If I were three years old today I know what I'd ask for -

100 doughnuts

Not even a hesitation

Yesterday was my first full day back at work. That evening I had a chance to visit with my best friend and asked my children if they would mind me leaving them again in the same day.

"Will you feel abandoned?" I asked.

"No, I'd feel like there is some peace and quiet in the house," was the boy's response.

Great Grandkids

More Great-Grandparents with Great-Grandchildren. And a fun time was had by all.

Real Surgery

The boy's left fractured forearm underwent closed reduction today under general anesthesia. (That means they re-set the bones without having to make incisions.) The new cast nearly reaches his underarm, is light blue and heavy.

Sprite with ice, mac and cheese and a little Tylenol with codeine seem to be working well.

Virtual Surgery

The boy and his sister have been practicing knee and hip replacement surgeries using this website .

Unfortunately, he broke both bones in his left forearm last night and might have a little bit too much information regarding orthopedic surgery.

We will X-Ray again on Friday and see if the preliminary bone set has held.

Again, he asked, "Why does everything happen to me?" His father's reply: "Because if this happened to your sister she wouldn't survive."

God says he won't give anyone more than he can handle. Why is it that He trusts us so much?!

Merry Christmas, Easter Bunny!

The boy was "disappointed" in my "crazy" choice of hand towels in the kitchen. You see, I had hung an Easter-themed towel on the stove front. In order to make the room seem "more like summer" he chose a different towel "with spring flowers" to hang on the other side.

How did he do?

Printer Problem

The daughter has our old computer in her bedroom and was complaining that the printer was not working properly.

Knowing what a packrat she is --

(Just tonight I found the following things on her loft bed: one green frog slipper, 2 golden shoes, 4 dirty kleenex, one hair brush, one old Avon catalog, one empty cup, 4 books, one handkerchief, and an assortment of old coins)

--should it surprise me that the reason for the printer malfunction was that a small metal tent stake was wedged inside?

Happy Birthday, Jamie!!

This is where I was going to post a flattering picture of my little sister and wish her a happy birthday, but I can't get a picture to download, so here we are instead. DANG!

Happy Freakin' Birthday!

I love you!

Squirt

It's official. Squirt, the tree frog, kicked the bucket and is buried in the flower bed somewhere.

The young Miss Rellim had been caring for him for over a year, spraying him with warm water and feeding him one live cricket each day (or so we thought).

After the burial, she said, "I just don't know how it happened. I fed him about eight crickets five days ago and he looked fine then . . ."

Aha . . .

Ten Pounds

The boy has gained ten pounds in the past six months, but has not grown upward much.

This was reported by the pediatrician who ordered six vials worth of tests drawn yesterday, and also by the dentist who filled two cavities this afternoon. The orthodontist, who repaired a broken bracket (freak yo-yo event) this morning, did not comment.

Mr. Rellim reminded me, "What kind of genetics did you think you married into?!"

Good point.

Tip of the Day

If you are ever standing in your garage thinking, "Man! What smells like a decaying mouse?!"

Guess what?

It's probably a decaying mouse.

Tip #2

Glue traps are very sticky.

A Good Question

Asked the boy: "What is navy?"

Answered Mrs. Rellim: "A color."

Responded the boy: "So, exactly how old is it anyway?"

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A New Language

The boy was supposed to be cleaning his gerbil cage. It had been a while since I'd heard from him - long enough for me to clean up the breakfast dishes. So, I peeked my head out the back door to see his progress. Instead, I found a wet little boy, a damaged gerbil cage and a big fat attitude.

"MOM!" he yelled, "Didn't you hear me barking?!"

"No," I replied, "but if I had, what would that have meant?"

(Apparently that is the new universal signal for distress calling.)

I think I might have to read James Dobson's "Bringing Up Boys" again. But first, I need to laugh hysterically.

Library

It's too darn hot around here to do anthing else but sit and read. It was almost unbearable to ride in the van to get to the library. But, we did it! And we learned that we had a $4.10 fine to pay.

The librarian chick asked me if I'd like a receipt and I said, "Why? Is it tax-deductible?" She didn't even smile. I took that as a "No." I suppose the extra $400.00 in property taxes I was assessed this year to help pay for the new library does not exempt me from late fees. I also asked if my payments could accrue and possibly be used to purchase a new desk or sitting chair for the new library. It was a rough audience.

Is there not such a thing as a librarian with a sense of humor?