This is Elijah with my Papaw Jay.

This is Kyra Joy playing outside at Mamaw and Papaw’s house.

The kids and Mamaw and Papaw on the swing. Elijah was NOT cooperating.

Joy is her middle name!

Thanks to those of you who emailed or called to check on Kyra. It means a lot to know that people are thinking of and praying for my little girl. She’s doing quite well, really. She felt bad Monday morning, when I took her to the doctor, but she’s felt fine ever since she’s been taking medicine for it. She is only coughing bad at night and in the mornings, but last night and this morning her coughing was much better than it had been. She will also have a coughing fit if she’s playing real hard, but she’s really doing a whole lot better. I’m so glad she’s not been miserable, to go along with the coughing. She was hospitalized for the croup when she was about fourteen or fifteen months old, and so anytime she has any kind of respiratory problem it kind of freaks me out. I think she’s on the mend, though, and I really don’t expect it to get any worse. I called the doctor this morning to ask if she’s contagious or if I can take her out, and am waiting on his nurse to call me back. She’s already getting stir crazy, and asking for me to take her somewhere. I really want to go to church tonight, if it’s okay for her, so I’m hoping that she’s well enough. Thanks again for your prayers!

I took Kyra to the doctor this morning. She has had a bad cough for the past few days, and it was progressively getting worse. It wasn’t a normal cough, so I decided to take her to see the doctor. She has pneumonia. I’m really glad I took her. Sometimes you worry that you are taking them in, and the doctor is going to think you’re nuts when nothing is wrong with them. I usually go by the “better safe than sorry” philosophy. It panned out today. He put her on antibiotics, and hopefully that will take care of it. She sounds awful when she coughs. I can’t stand it when my babies are sick. I hope she’s better soon. Please keep her in your prayers.

Well, we had a good service at church today. The Sunday morning series that Bro. Bret has been preaching is really good. I really liked it a lot. After church, I went to my mom’s for dinner. She made chicken pot pie. It was really good, and the downside of really good, homemade food is that I ate too much of it. Considering I am on a diet…not good. I also played Scrabble with Luke and Seth (which we somehow forgot to finish), and a computer game of Life. Around three o’clock, I took the kids to visit my grandparents. I haven’t seen them in a while, and it had really been a while since I just took my kids to visit them at their house. It was nice. We had a good visit, and I tried really hard to get a good picture of my grandparents with my kids. It wasn’t happening. They wouldn’t cooperate. I did get a few good ones, though.

I was asked to take over janitorial duties at church for a while, maybe permantely, but I don’t know yet. I was really glad to be asked, because I wanted to be more involved in the church. Helping out with the cleaning is one way to be involved, and I am really glad for the opportunity. I cleaned it Thursday, and it took me four hours start to finish. It’s a big job, but I can handle it.

Chris is working every day this week, except for Friday. That stinks, but oh well. I will be so glad when something changes with his work situation. I’m tired of him working all of the time. At least he has a job, though, right? Right.

I’m reading The Chronicles of Narnia right now. Really cool book, so far. Anyone read it? What did you think about it, if you did?

What else? Not much else, I don’t guess. I’m still working out like crazy, and trying (as mentioned above, sometimes I don’t do so good with it) to stick to my diet. I’ve only lost one more pound since my last post, though. Baby steps, Rachel, baby steps.

So long!

This picture is from my mom’s camera. She took a lot of pictures at the beach, that I am just now getting an opportunity to post.

Demons from my past are back,
Haunting me…
Taunting me…
Making me cry.
They’re tearing me apart inside,
Hounding me…
Pounding me…
They want me to die.
I feel myself weakening,
Bruising me…
Losing me…
Someone hold my hand.
Nothing is helping me,
Leading me…
Feeding me…
Helping me stand.
I don’t want to go down this way,
Hurting me…
Hurting me…
I’m weak on my knees.
I keep on pretending,
Making me…
Faking me…
One day I’ll find me.

Good Monday to you. I have a lot to do today. We are having two different window companies coming to give us an estimate on replacing all of our windows today. One is coming at one o’clock, and the other one at three o’clock. So, I need to get the house cleaned up before that. Chris starts midnights tonight, so that kind of stinks, in a way. He’s been on days since Thursday, and now he’ll work midnights all week. No days off.

Just so you know, I have poison ivy on my right arm, and my left wrist. I have not, however, been outside around poison ivy. I got it from my cat. Yes, you read that right. I got poison ivy from my cat. I just wanted you to know.

I had a great day Saturday. My mom was so kind as to watch my children all day. I went and had my hair colored at twelve, and then, when I got done, me and my sister-in-law, Misty, went shopping. I was mainly looking for a pair of boots, and I found a really cute pair at Khols. They were regularly $70.00, and I got them on sale for $41.00. I also got two sweaters for myself at Goodys. One is green, and the other is brown. Super cute. I wish I had of had lots of money to spend, because I saw some really great sales. We had lots of fun just being together and talking. I’m digging this whole sister thing. Unfortunately, my other sister-in-law lives in Nebraska, so we don’t get to hang out more than once or twice a year.

It appears that my brother, Luke, has broken his tailbone. Now, let me tell you how he did it. Apparantly, at his school, they have a treadmill that goes super, super fast. Luke and some other not so bright boys were turning the speed all the way up, standing on the sides, and then sitting down on the belt. The result was the treadmill shooting them all the way accross the room. It’s all fun and games, until someone breaks their tailbone. Yeah, the old lady voice you heard in your head with that last sentence was intended. Poor Luke, though. He’s in a lot of pain. He can’t even sit down on the couch. He can’t sit at all. He has to lie down.

Okay, now for the best news of all! I have now lost five pounds since getting back from the beach! Yay! I was getting really discouraged because I was working out like crazy, dieting very strictly, and nothing much was happening. I’ve dropped two pounds since Saturday, though. I guess maybe it is starting to kick in. I weighed this morning what I weighed when I was seventeen on my wedding day. That is cool. I have weighed less than that, since then, though. I was three pounds lighter between having Kyra and getting pregnant with Elijah. Ten pounds left to lose, until I reach my goal. I know hearing about someone else’s efforts to lose weight are dreadfully boring, but I just am so excited.

Well, that’s it for now.

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