Well, hello.... My name is Katy Stein and this is my first post....oh shit, no it's not. We are all alive. After we got Ethan home from the hospital, Mama went to the doctor to find out she had a sinus infection that had backed up into her hears. Now, that is gone and all is good.
Ethan is back to being his pain in the ass little self. I swear I have looked for his horns, maybe they just grow in at a later age. He is still on oxygen when he is sleeping (well, when he leaves it on). We are supposed to be getting a machine that monitors his oxygen saturation levels while he sleeps. If they stay above 90%, he gets to stop the entire oxygen treatments. We are keeping our fingers crossed.
I can not tell you how nice it was to read all the comments from ALL my concerned blog friends. Ya'll are the best never met friends a girl could ask for.
I woke up this morning to a ginormous inflatable cake on my front porch. There were balloons and streamers decorating the porch and yard and sweet messages from my friends written in sidewalk chalk. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
Happy 32nd Birthday to me.
Clint was kind enough to buy me a new chain for my necklace (this will be the third chain), Jennifer got me the entire set of Redken All Soft, and Amy got me the entire three step line from clinique. I am really hoping that works. I may have to break down and get some proactive. I have apparently inherited my mother's curse of the after thirty acne. It started about two months ago. I really do not like it. Not one little bit. THANKS GIRLS FOR BEING UBBER SWEET AND THANKS CLINT FOR BEING THE BEST HUSBAND, FATHER, AND LOVER (oops, ignore that last part Marsha).
Yesterday was my Mother's (Mary Comerford Nichols) birthday. Even though she is no longer with us, I thought I should mention it. Happy Birthday Mommie Dearest. I miss you so much. Could have really used some babysitting last week.
Ethan is back to being his pain in the ass little self. I swear I have looked for his horns, maybe they just grow in at a later age. He is still on oxygen when he is sleeping (well, when he leaves it on). We are supposed to be getting a machine that monitors his oxygen saturation levels while he sleeps. If they stay above 90%, he gets to stop the entire oxygen treatments. We are keeping our fingers crossed.
I can not tell you how nice it was to read all the comments from ALL my concerned blog friends. Ya'll are the best never met friends a girl could ask for.
I woke up this morning to a ginormous inflatable cake on my front porch. There were balloons and streamers decorating the porch and yard and sweet messages from my friends written in sidewalk chalk. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....
Happy 32nd Birthday to me.
Clint was kind enough to buy me a new chain for my necklace (this will be the third chain), Jennifer got me the entire set of Redken All Soft, and Amy got me the entire three step line from clinique. I am really hoping that works. I may have to break down and get some proactive. I have apparently inherited my mother's curse of the after thirty acne. It started about two months ago. I really do not like it. Not one little bit. THANKS GIRLS FOR BEING UBBER SWEET AND THANKS CLINT FOR BEING THE BEST HUSBAND, FATHER, AND LOVER (oops, ignore that last part Marsha).
Yesterday was my Mother's (Mary Comerford Nichols) birthday. Even though she is no longer with us, I thought I should mention it. Happy Birthday Mommie Dearest. I miss you so much. Could have really used some babysitting last week.
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