Just a glitch

It appears that the judge did hear our case. But a mistake was made, which the judge asked our director to have corrected. That has been done, so they'll submit the correction next week for approval. Then we should be good to go.

"You have to..."

Caroline is a pretty polite kid for a two-and-a-half-year-old. She knows the magic word and most of the time remembers to say "thank you." One time I sneezed and she said, "Bless you, Mama." Not sure who taught her that.

But sometimes...

...when she forgets the "please" part, her requests begin with "You have to..."

"You have to wipe my nose." "You have to get me some orange juice." "You have to button my coat."

This morning, when I went upstairs to get her out of bed, the first words out of her mouth were, "My nose is stuffy. You have to wipe the stuffy off."

:-)

Important side note: In less than 24 hours, our court fate will be decided. Not sure if we'll find out anything tomorrow or have to wait til Monday. But I'll shout it out as soon as we know.

Ask and ye shall receive!

Court date: April 24!

My SW asked if I had ESP. I had just written her an hour earlier mentioning it would be nice to have an update on D (or a court date, whichever was more convenient). Then she called with the great news.

This news signals that courts are moving a little faster than they were earlier this year. I honestly didn't expect a date before May.

Now we enter the next phase: the countdown to court and praying we pass the first time. And of course that D stays healthy!

Ouch!

So Spence met me in Nashville to celebrate his birthday. We kicked off the festivities with slew of shots at the travel clinic. To say our nurse was enthusiastic about her job would be an understatement. She let us know she's been sticking people, herself included, with needles since she was 12 (she has diabetes). And she feels strongly that anyone who gives shots should have extensive experience practicing on themselves. I thought for a minute she was going to make Spence and me give each other our shots just to prove her point.

When it came time for the deed, she coached us on how to relax and receive the shots in a way that would minimize soreness. Spence was pretty calm through her lecture, but my second shot really hurt and I had to shout, "Ouch!" That's when Spence got all twitchy. But he was brave, and we both got chocolate cherry kisses (the dark kind because that's better for your heart, she said).

Two hours later, we walked out 6 shots, 1 heart-transplant-looking cooler full of typhoid medicine and one tube of DEET-laden insect repellent richer -- and $716 poorer. And our brains full of diarrhea-dodging travel tips. For all you middle Tennessee families needing travel shots, I highly recommend Nashville Travel Medicine clinic. Cheryl was amazing, and we were barely sore for 24 hours. And their prices were better than the other big clinic.

Despite all the scary things we learned about food- and water-borne illnesses, the experience made us very excited about traveling. Come on, court date!