Well Chloe still has an ear infection. The doctor said that they were clearing up but still had some infection. I ended up taking all three kids with me to the doctor but they actually did pretty good. I took the stroller and Sam pushed Chloe while I held Emma's hand and part of the stroller. After the doctor checked Chloe they went ahead and gave Chloe her shots that she was missing. I think I mentioned that when I took her in for her well check-up I forgot the updated sheet. I took the papers into them a few days after the visit but I did not take Chloe back. She ended up having to get four shots and she was NOT happy. By the time we finished with the shots Chloe was screaming and Sam and Emma had enough of being calm. So we are leaving and Sam is trying to push Chloe (who is still crying) and he is running into everything. Emma is crying now because she wanted some fruit snacks she saw in the diaper bag and Sam is whining about me helping him push the stroller. So I get to the counter to check out and the card reader was down and so it was not reading my debit card. My check book was in the van and so they asked me if I could pay by cash or check. I kinda wanted to join the kids and start crying. I did not want to go back to the van with all three kids and come back in again but that is what I had to do. It was madness. We finally made it home and the girls took a nap. Jeremy got home from school and I went back to Clarksville to exercise and then I went to Wal-Mart to pick up new medicine for Chloe. Well I am going to watch The Biggest Loser so I better go. Here is a picture taken at Gran and Papa's Sunday.
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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