Keep The Good Vibes Comin' Baby....

Rhett is scheduled tomorrow to go into the OR at 9 am for his dental work, and to extract the tooth that he broke off last month.

Hopefully that's the only tooth they will have to extract. Reflux is nasty stuff, and it has wreaked havoc on those little toofers of his.

I asked him today if he wanted to go up to the hospital. He looked at me kind of funny and said "Ohhh Kay!!""

-->Just between you and me though? I think he had no clue what I was talking about<--

He decided that when doing laundry he likes to get in the dryer and push the laundry out. It's easier I guess.

Do you like your Rhett a little damp, or extra fluffy?


Many of you have asked how Chloee is doing with her headaches. I am super frustrated with the whole situation. She is still having them, and her neck is still bothering her. You can feel a bulge in her neck on the right side just below the base of her head. We have been told that it's due to her spinal cord being out of alignment, yet they don't want us to take her to the chiropracter. They want to have an MRI done first.

Here's the problem with that though. The Neurology clinc up a the hospital wants all of her medical records and this and that. So everytime our Dr. sends up information to them, they say that they then need something else. It's been back and forth like that for over 2 months now.

Everytime I call up to Neurology they just sit there and scratch their heads and say, "Well what do you want me to do?"

I think the single most thing that ticks me off about the whole situation, is that we have never had one issue with this SAME office for Rhett. Maybe it's because when he did have his neruological issues we were in the hospital already, so he was established as a patient.

I must admit that I haven't been pushing as hard as I should either. There have been so many other things going on with Rhett, and Dakota. Not to mention the move and just life in general.

I am only one person and can only do so much. Ya know?

As much as people tell me I am super mom, I'm really not.

I mean, it would be totally wicked to walk around in a pink super hero cape with a flashy M on it. I can see it now. Daisy Duke shorts, a hot pink Tank Top, and really long pink hooker boots.

Okay. Maybe not. That sounds more like super hooker than super mom.

(Disclaimer: I am totally not a hooker. Never.have.been.never.will.be, and totally don't intend on ever being one.)

Ewww. Just Ewww.

Anyhow. Maybe I could just wear the pink cape over the top of my jeans and T-shirt.

How did I get from the subject of Chloee's headaches to hookers?

You know what that means doesn't it? (Besides the fact that I obviously need to get me some so I quit thinking bout' stuff like that.)

It means that I am rambling. Rambling means that I am super tired and need to just go to bed.

One last thing. Any of you watch Little People Big World? I have never caught the first part of the episode where Mike dies. I know he died in surgery, but what caused him to have to have the surgery in the first place?

It's driving me nuts.

Okay, Night all.