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Tubes....confirmation.

So Jordan is getting tubes put in on Wednesday. We have to be there at 645am and the procedure is supposed to start around 8:15am. She'll be asleep and it's only supposed to take about 8 minutes. I'm pretty nervous, but I know it will make her feel so much better. When the doc looked at her left hear his words were "this one is buldging." I felt so sad for her!

A New Leaf...

I'm trying something new with this blogging thing. I'm going to try to actually "blog" more. What I mean is, try to write more and not simply post pictures of my absolutely gorgeous child. Don't worry, those will still be in abundance, but I think you'll see more posts with more text than you're used to. I'm also working on re-vamping my blog layout, I'm working on getting away from the standard template and designing a unique layout, we'll see how that goes. If things start looking weird, bare with me. Anyway.

I'm living by the phone this weekend, as I am on call. I did something I have never done in the almost 2 years I've worked for the Arkansas State Police. I slept through a call. And by "a call" I mean more like 8 actual phone calls. Yah, this is serious business. About a year or so ago we disconnected our home land line phone because we simply did not use it enough to justify spending that money every month on top of our cell phone bill, so we went to solely cell phones. So now, when I'm on call they have 3 ways to reach me. My personal cell, my work cell and my pager. I always take these with me to the bedroom when I head to bed. Except last night I forgot to, I left them in my purse, which I left in the living room. As if that was not bad enough, my personal cell was on vibrate and my work cell was on silent and my pager wasn't even on. I woke up this morning at 8:30am and immediately remembered I had not brought my phones with me, in a slight panic, but not really, I asked BJ to get the phones for me and he walked back and said I had like 8 missed calls. I thought he was just trying to scare me, but he wasn't. I really did. The hotline had called each phone twice or more, my boss had called each phone and another agency's on call person had called me a couple of times. I thought, "this is it, I've lost my job, I'm fired."

It was something that had to be taken care of last night (actually the wee hours of the morning), but fortunately it got worked out, but my boss was not entirely pleased with me when I called him back at 8:30 this morning. All well. I'm not the first one to ever do it, but it was scary.

Jordan is still not feeling great, she's been exceptionally fussy this weekend, needing to be held a lot, and sometimes that doesn't even help. She'll play for like a minute and out of no where, just start crying, this sad pathetic cry. I can't wait for Monday for the ENT appointment. I'm nervous but excited to have my baby feeling better.

She has graduated out of her infant seat into a big rear facing toddler like seat, not sure what they are really called, but it's big and when she's a year we can just turn it around. She'll be 10 months next week, I can hardly believe it. Seems impossible.

Guitar Hero

Ever played Guitar Hero for Playstation 2? My husband is officially addicted! We borrowed my 11 year old brother's playstation and his guitar hero game a little over a week ago and my husband has worked his way through the game in EASY, MEDIUM and is now attempting the HARD setting. It's actually a very fun game, if you don't mine numb fingers and a sore forearm, oh and blisters on your thumb. I like it on easy, for a minute, but after a while, not so much. BJ is really good at it and it makes me want to get him a real guitar and not one you push green, red, yellow, blue and orange buttons on. We'll see. I bought him a violin a couple of years ago and it's been in the closet for about that long. He's actually very musical, he played baritone in high school and despite what he tells you, he can sing. He can also play a little piano. Me, on the other hand. Nothing. Can't carry a tune on any instrument or with my voice. I wish I could. I love music, but it's not one of my gifts. I hope Jordan is musical. I'm going to do what I can to help that along. I'm thinking about when Jordan gets old enough, enrolling her in Kindermusik. I hope she enjoys music. She "dances" when music is on and I say "Jordan, dance!" It's funny, she just kind of bounces up and down. Anyway, this has been a seemingly pointless post.

Tubes...

Well, she has yet ANOTHER ear infection. Surprise Surprise. So we have an appointment with he ENT doc on Monday at 3:30. I'll let ya know how it goes. I'm ready to have my little girl feeling good and sleeping through the night! Poor baby! She's just too cute to be in pain!

What a face!

Despite her face, she LOVES green beans and carrots.

Semi-Funny Story

So yesturday my phone rings. It's a number I don't recognize, and I almost don't answer. But I had a call in to the Dr. about a rash Jordan had, and sometimes they call from a line with a different number than I know. So I answered it. Here's the converstation.

Brandy: Hello

Woman: Hello

Brandy: Hellloo

Woman: Is Bryan there?

Brandy (a bit puzzled that someone is calling my phone for BJ?):who?

Woman: Bryan

Brandy: yes, can I tell him who is calling?

Woman(very angirly): yah, this is his g-d wife, who the hell is this?

Brandy: (really frazzled at this point....does BJ have another wife???? surely not!): uh.....Bryan Who?

Woman: Bryan Matthews

Brandy(sigh of relief!): oh, you must have the wrong number. This is Brandy FOSHE and my husband's name IS Bryan, but it's Bryan FOSHE, not Matthews.

Woman: CLICK.

Priceless

Pretty pictures!

Rain Rain, Go Away!

So our vacation offically started today. We were planning to spend the week hanging out in the pool and doing as little as possible! Unfortunately it looks as if it's going to rain all stinkin' week! All well, guess we'll work around the house instead, something that needs to be done anyway. But should it stop raining and the sun come out, we'll be in the pool, fo sho!

Swimming

Since we put our pool up we have not spent much time in it because it has pretty much rained since we put it up...arg! But we managed to get one or two dips in. Here's a cute shot of Jordan! (and Callie in the back!)

Why

We rode into town the other day, just me and my Daddy. He said I’d finally reached that age, and I could ride next to him on a horse that of course was not quite as wide. We heard a crowd of people shouting and so we stopped to find out why. There was that man that my dad said he loved, but today there was fear in his eyes.

So I said Daddy why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe? I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows. Daddy please can’t you do something? He looks as though he’s going to cry. You said he is stronger than all of those guys-Daddy please tell me why, why does everyone want him to die?

Later that day the sky grew cloudy and daddy said I should go inside. Some how he knew things would get stormy, boy was he right. But I could not keep from wondering if there was something that he had to hide. So after he left I had to find out, I was not afraid of getting lost. So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed And I heard a voice come from a cross: And it said :

Father why are they screaming? Why are the faces of some of them beaming? Why are they casting their lots for my robes?? This crown of thorn hurts me more than it shows. Father please can’t you do something? I know that you must hear my cry. I thought I could handle a cross of this size, Father remind me why, why does everyone want me to die. When will I understand why?

My precious Son, I hear them screaming. I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own. Jesus this hurts me much more than you know, but this dark hour I must do nothing. Though I’ve heard your unbearable cry — the power in your blood destroys all of the lies, soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes. Look there below see the child, trembling by her father’s side. Now I can tell you why, she is why you must die.

Why?- Nicole Nordeman