Influence Conference 'Wanna-Be'

About a month ago, I was following a Jesus-loving momma gone blogger and caught wind of a conference called "Influence Conference" specifically for bloggers/business owners who shared a common theme. They loved Jesus.Then I totally stalked everyone who was going and "followed" them, via twitter of course. Now that I have followed so many of them, I really couldn't tell you who it was I originally found.  Funny.

They also seemed to have a lot of creative juices floating around.  So, basically, in my head it was like a pool of Jesus-loving, creative-juicing, grace-sharing, hope-giving, trendy-dressing women.

I.wanted.to.go.to.there.

So, I asked the hubs...through a text mind you, while he was out 'doin' what he do'...preparing a sermon while the kids (finally) slept.  The answer was already clear but I wanted to give a little tease to my very healthy desire to go.

The answer was, "We just can't, babe."  I responded, "I know."

The money wasn't there and it wasn't a good idea to leave Zekey all while he was still having seizures and meds were (are still) being leveled out.

I don't blame myself or beat myself over the head for the desire to just be able to up and leave with 4 healthy kids behind and a smiling hubby wishing me a good time.

I just really wanted to be with other woman who got "it."  Whatever "it" is.  Basically, I love Jesus, but I love trends and I love to create and I love to write and, truly really love people so let's all chat about that. Was that 'it'?

Of course talk of babies and our hot hubs would enter in there because, if one is a momma, her heart doesn't beat too many times without the thought or talk of a little one who isn't with her.  It's how we are wired, I think.  And probably talk of our hubs taking care of the kids would make us laugh a bit...a little maybe?

Anyway, through the tweeting while these women I stalked were attending the conference, it was very clear that they were being changed for the better, inspired both creativly and spiritually.  Transformed. It blessed me even from afar.

I was able to hear the joy through simple tweets.  I can read up on blogs to hear how the Holy Spirit was clearly working through these women whether speaking or just attending and were willing to be vulnerable and learn and gain wisdom from others.  Always a healthy thing.

I was sad not to attend but encouraged by all that went on.  Twitter obviously gives a fraction of what really happened which is yet another reason to say, Jesus was clearly present there.

Tonight, I caught wind of an interesting convo that started with Jessi Connoly of @naptimediaries who bluntly and boldly (and awesomely) tweeted, "Thinking on why there aren't many women online who are MAINLY abt the gospel. Is it bc they don't want to be or bc we don't want to hear?"

Oh, I loved it!  I wanted to clarify who she was talking about and it was directed toward Christian women/bloggers/business owners.  The conversation blew up and it was amazing!  Even through that convo (that is currently still going on), Jesus is tearing down walls of fear and allowing His light to shine through our businesses/blogs.  There is encourage-tweeting to invite Jesus more into the blog posts and caring less about what people might think or if we got the right context of a verse, etc.  Again, bashing through fears and being given grace so that we can be gracious to others.

This then reminded me of a convo I had with my pastor at the church I grew up in.  This past weekend, I totally overcame fears and traveled to Toledo not knowing if Zeke would have a seizure. (He totes did, but he's okay.)

 The day I left I thought, "With everything going on...", that being our church (which is undeniably God-filled but not so much people filled...can I just say that the people who do come are amazing, like I am talking servant's hearts that are hungry to be challenged and stretched deeply in their faith!!!), Zeke and his epilepsy and developmental delays, lacking in sleep...oh!  And we plan to move soon.  "...I really should try and chat with Pastor Greg.  I'd like to hear what his thoughts are."

So, I got his number and he was happy to meet with me.  I was so, so glad.

I don't have a pastor to go to being that Andy is the pastor of my church.  Sorry.  He's my hubs and although I respect him and love him and I am very blessed by him, I needed to talk with someone who I respected and trusted but was withdrawn from my trails.

Pastor Greg had much encouragment and poured out wisdom as he'd gone through many of the same things but this was the most encouraging.

"I'd be more worried if your church grew really quick." 

Now, we didn't only talk about Ember and how the growth was slow-going and number dropping but it's definitely a trial we face in our life right now.  We pour out (and so do many others who attend!) so much love and spiritual and emotional efforts into it, it's sometimes hard to know if it's really what God wants when people come, love it and then leave.

What my pastor was getting at was that, lack of numbers doesn't make our church unsuccessful.  If Andy is truly preaching the gospel (ha!  He doesn't sugar-coat things, let me tell ya!) and challenging people...and there may not be cappuccinos served with the best, most talented worship band (to easily be argued! haha!) out there, then you probably will not have people flocking in, waiting in line to grab a seat. 

*No, of course churches who have these things do not = bad.  This was about Ember, not pointing fingers at other churches.  Promise.  Okay, moving on...

I was really encouraged by that.  He reminded me of the Israelites who followed God through the pillar of smoke by day and fire by night.  Sometimes, God didn't move for years.  And right now, God's silent and so we keep seeking Him and waiting on Him to move.  Until then, Ember is really blessing those who attend and as a community, we are growing spiritually, together.  It's really cool.

For me, this all ties in with the convo on Twitter that I shared with you.  How can we bring Jesus more into our businesses?  I mean, our businesses or blogs or just through our lives and those we encounter  are gifts from God.  Why not let him in?  Why not share the hope in the gospel through an obvious outlet where we know there are readers, maybe a few lost souls, even?  If numbers drop, you're still answering to the one who gave you whatever gift(s) it is you have.  Bless Him back.

Just an FYI to any new readers...my numbers are low but I only write when A, I have the time and B. bc of lack of time these days, it's got to be a huge push by the Holy Spirit. I need to know God can use this...for even one person.
And he does. I may not get hundreds of hits, but when I get an email or (a) comment telling me they were blessed, I know God is using even me, even my little blog, for His glory...and that's more than good enough.

Following Jesus isn't easy and this life is hard.  We can graciously and openly talk about our faith in Jesus and be a light to this lost world through our own struggles, mishaps and of course, joys.

Tell others of your need for Him.  It may be just the thing they need to see their need, too.

My Life Verse.

I just wrestled Zeke in bed.  Yeah.  Not the fun kind where we laugh and play, but the kind where I'm trying to get him to stay still long enough to fall asleep.  His new dose on his meds since his last seizure last Thursday has produced the biggest changes in Zeke so far.  I was told his meds could make him go a little crazy but until this new dose, he had no problems.  Now, he's non-stop and it takes a good hour to 1.5 hours to get him to fall asleep.  Even when he wakes up at 4:20 am like he did this morning!

The other result that his new dose has shown is very little to no drooling.  Yeah, Zeke started drooling a couple of months ago out of nowhere and we couldn't get it to stop.  The dr. thinks it could be a tongue tremor as he has tremors in his hands and possibly somewhere in the core of his body.

For some reason, watching my almost 3 year old drool was a close second to his seizures when it came to bringing anxiety.  It made me sad for him, so this is a HUGE praise!  Thankful God healed that up and hopefully we will get more answers after his sleep EEG in 2 weeks.

I hate that my life revolves around 1 out of 4 beautiful children God has blessed me with.  I have a constant guilt over the fact that I can't just be.  I can't just go and cuddle Eisley or play dolls with her.  I can't build Legos with Cyrus.  Nursing Bexley is a challenge let alone spend quality time playing with her.  It's not that Zeke is a bad kid.  He's not.  He's just the one who is the most needy, and going through the most difficulty.

I wish I could go back to the days when I was constantly reminding myself that life with little ones and all it's struggles...lack of sleep, feeling like a bad mom, sending kids off to school, etc. were short-lived.

And then, I am very quickly reminded that the Breena then, didn't have the faith she does now.  The Breena then idolized her children above the God who created them. The Breena then, didn't think about Heaven as much, let alone get that excited about it because, well, she really liked her family here on earth.  The Breena then didn't get as excited to share the gospel with the lost.

Me, here and now, still incomplete and not whole but having been graciously molded a little bit more into the Breena God created me to be, is where I really want to be.  It's that much closer to my glorified body. 

It's funny because Me now has little to nothing to do with my creative talents God has given me and the desires I have to create have pretty much been stripped away in this season.  Which, I know are a part of who I am but not as much as I'd like to think.

Ready for this...I have Vogue, Better Homes, Lucky and I think two other magazines sent to my house every month (which used to be this gals dream come TRUE!) from some points my father-in-law racked up and gave to me for a nice gesture and I promise...I have not had time to go through even 1 and it's been a couple of months!!  It's a little sad to throw them into this cute wooden box we have as the pile gets higher and higher.  WOE IS ME!!!!  Sob.Sob.Sob.

Okay, staying focused...    I have been stripped of all the extra things I like to do that God has gifted me in and truly, when I am disciplined with my time, I only have time for my devotions (and a few tweets to keep me encouraging others, hopefully!) and crying out to God.  It's the only thing that is keeping me from falling apart so why not choose HIM over...well, magazines and such.

Don't get me wrong, it's been SO good and life-changing and I am completely humbled that God has brought me to this place.  And this isn't meant to show you how 'holy' I am but to say that James 1 is true.  Just in case you were wondering.

So, as I cried out to God (it was like a cry that could be loud but wasn't because I was holding a finally-sleeping Zekey) I asked him to speak to me.

I looked outside and saw this little tree with these beautiful blooms, the color of raspberries. I had never noticed it before.  I soon thought about my life verse.

Jeremiah 17:7-8
"But blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him. 8He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.  It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green.  It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."

All of the above is true and I want it to be true of me.  I want fear driven out of me as I stay focused on Jesus.  I want my roots to be so deep in God's word that any anxiety shakes in fear at the thought of entering my mind.  I desire to still be joyful and willing to serve others in the midst of all of this.  Loving the best way I can in this season of drought.  I want to bear fruit for HIM for all to see that even in this crazy-difficult trial we face, God is STILL good!  He sits on the thrown and is ever present.  His love is GREAT and he holds me in his hands and all those who love him.

In your trial you are facing right now, sit still and allow God's love to shower you.  Cry out to Him and let him be your rescue.  Put all the things of this world aside.  Family, friends, the internets ;)  Let him be your hero and run to Him because he's the only one who will never fail you.  ever.

amen.

Zeke's Healing...

When Zeke had his first seizure back in May, I truly thought it was a fluke and it would never happen again.  Then it did, about a month later and it was scary as it was more intense and lasted longer.  After his second seizure, we had gone over a month without a seizure which brought me much hope. 

One day a few weeks ago while visiting Andy at work, I looked back at Zeke and he wasn’t acting his normal self.  Slow to respond, he seemed out of it.  This is usually how he acts right before he goes into full seizure mode.  So I payed close attention to him and tried to convince Andy that he wasn’t ‘alright’.  It was so faint that it was hard to say.  He snapped out of it and I took the kids back home. 

Later, I realized I had forgotten to give him his meds that morning, but I had forgotten once before and he wasn’t affected.  I called the dr. not really knowing if it was a seizure I saw but I wanted them to record it.

That week was busy because close friends of ours were getting married.  We were helping them out a lot and Andy, Cyrus, Eisley and I were all in the wedding.  So, although a fun week, it was a crazy-busy week, too.  

Like the saint she is, my momma came into town Thursday-Sunday to watch Zeke and Bexley so we could make the most of enjoying this wedding and celebrate it without the need to get back to the ‘sitter’.  Grammies are great for that kind of thing because the kids get extra cuddles and special attention and this gal gets quality time with her amazing momma.

Sunday morning came and Zeke hadn’t gotten his meds the night before and we thought we’d be okay to give it to him the next morning just like we had been told.  I mean, who wants to wake a sleeping Zeke?!  Anyone?!  Nope!

I woke up with the kids the next morning and started to make pancakes.  It was 8 am and I loved watching Zeke as he seemed so sweet and fun and just content.  It made me take a little longer to give him his meds because I wondered if his meds were turning him into someone he isn’t.  That and I had 4 hungry children to feed and so I thought, ‘I will give it to him as soon as I serve everyone.’

Just as I finished making the pancakes and started to serve the kids, I see Zeke start to go ‘out of it’.  I go to pick him up and hold him.  Soon after, he went into full seizure mode. 

For Zeke, this is basically his eyes going up into his head, up to the left and sometimes blinking.  Eventually, it becomes difficult for him to breathe and he starts to drool while his lips turn purple and his face white from lack of oxygen.  His body doesn’t twitch, he has control of his body other than what I have described.  They call his complex-partial seizures.

I start praying out loud and I look up at the clock.  My heart is pounding, then I realize it’s been 5 minutes and scream for Andy and my mom to wake up and call 911.  It was time to use the Diastat which is a suppository to help stop the seizure. 

It took awhile for it to kick in and he started to loose oxygen as he always does, eventually.  His lips turned purple and his face white as a ghost.  The scariest thing in the world is praying for your son as you watch him stare up at you, struggling to breathe.  This is not the first time I had seen this, but it was Andy’s. 

I rocked him and gave him over to God through my prayers.  I begged God not to take my boy away from me.  I begged for God to heal Zekey and to bring him out of the seizure. 

Eisley and Cyrus came up crying and said, “Is Zeke going to die?!” and I told them to go downstairs and pray.  So, they sat on the basement steps crying and praying for their little brother.

After about 10 minutes, he finally came out of it and cried himself to sleep.

We were taken away in an ambulance and rushed to Children’s.  He slept about an hour, which is normal for someone who has just had a seizure.

 

Looking back, it was foolish of me to wait so long to give him his meds but I don’t blame myself for daydreaming of life the way it was.  Life where Zeke was just a boy we were waiting on to talk and there were no seizures.  Life where we had 4 healthy children...so we thought.

Sometimes I cant help but wonder how his meds are effecting him.  Does he get headaches that he can’t tell me about?  Do they make him sleepy or cranky?  It kills me a bit but I can’t dwell on those things….

Actually, there are a lot of things I should not  dwell on because they are completely out of my control.  His seizures and when the next one will strike, his speech and development and if he’ll ever be a ‘typical’ child.  Right now, it’s not looking too promising.  It will take a miracle for Zeke to talk and develop along side with his peers.  He’s just too far behind.

So, do I accept it for what it is and say, “Well, at least he is….” Or “Well, at least he doesn’t…” and leave the possibilities for real healing to happen on the sideline?

In no way am I meaning to judge those who go right to that kind of response because not long ago, about a year ago to be exact, I was one of those people.  A miracle to me was, well, ‘something that only happened in the bible’.

My eyes have been graciously opened to all that God can do through the power he gives us with the Holy Spirit.  Why push that aside for fear that He won’t come through in healing Zeke, or that I will look or sound crazy?  Maybe it’s fear that  I will make healing an idol over God himself.

So, I have taken my desire for Zeke to be healed in Jesus’ name to God many times and as I read more of God’s word, I am conviced that healings are a part of who God is through us (a part, not the most important or even necessary for salvation).  I will not shun Zeke’s healing.  Not out of fear and simply because, I have a sweet boy who needs God’s healing hand and I will pray till my dying days that God would hear my cry and bless us with a miracle in Zeke.

Luke 18:1-8 NLT

Parable of the Persistent Widow

18 One day Jesus told his disciples a story to show that they should always pray and never give up. 2 “There was a judge in a certain city,” he said, “who neither feared God nor cared about people. 3 A widow of that city came to him repeatedly, saying, ‘Give me justice in this dispute with my enemy.’ 4 The judge ignored her for a while, but finally he said to himself, ‘I don’t fear God or care about people, 5 but this woman is driving me crazy. I’m going to see that she gets justice, because she is wearing me out with her constant requests!’”

6 Then the Lord said, “Learn a lesson from this unjust judge. 7 Even he rendered a just decision in the end. So don’t you think God will surely give justice to his chosen people who cry out to him day and night? Will he keep putting them off? 8 I tell you, he will grant justice to them quickly! But when the Son of Man[a] returns, how many will he find on the earth who have faith?”

Another way Jesus tells us to pray is in the Lord’s Prayer.

Matthew 6:9-13

9“This, then, is how you should pray:

“”Our Father in heaven,

hallowed be your name,

10your kingdom come,

your will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

11Give us today our daily bread.

12And forgive us our debts,

as we also have forgiven our debtors.

13And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from the evil one.

For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever.  Amen.”

I never really took much thought to “your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven.”

God’s will is heaven.  For all brokenness, as we know our world today from The Fall of Adam and Eve, to be made whole.  Our bodies will be in a glorified state.  There will be no spot or blame, no tears, no disease, nothing that brings our hearts or bodies discomfort.  Heaven, and all it’s glory, is God’s will.

No, it’s not God’s will for Zeke to be developmentally delayed and to have seizures.  Today he has them and today, I will choose to ask for God’s kingdom to come in Ezekiel’s’ body, here on earth, before he gets to heaven.

The tension in the Lord’s Prayer is between the already, or what is, and the not yet.

Colleen York, who I was blessed to find and now follow via Twitter and is always tweeting truth and encouragement, said this the other day, “It is what it is.  But that doesn’t mean it can’t be changed.”

I have no idea what her intent was for saying that, but it was one more boost of encouragement I needed, to keep on pressing into God, my heavenly father, Jesus, my savior and king, the Holy Spirit who lives inside me giving me all I need to live a godly life and BELIEVE that God will heal Ezekiel Todd Holt.

We stand fully in faith as we pray for Zeke believing that God will heal him. I want my trust in God to be so great that I pray fervently for the kingdom to come in Ezekiel's body and wait expectantly and not loose hope.  That the redeemed work in Christ’s resurrection come now. 

Today I am thankful for the little miracles in Zeke’s development.  Learning to kick a ball, learning how to nod his head ‘yes’ and shake his head ‘no’.  Saying “I love you” in a very abstract way to Jesus in prayer.  I am thankful that he is full of life through his smiles and hugs, and that his tender heart is concerned for those who cry.  I am thankful for Cyrus and Eisley who also pray believing in God’s healing hand.  They want Ezekiel to talk so badly.  It’s so precious.

 And I truly believe Ezekiel wants to talk.  So we wait, with expectant hearts believing in the God who created him.  We keep praying and never stop believing.  

To God be the glory forever!  Amen.

You can read my hubby's version, here.

Stayin' Sane Saturday

Well, Friday was a blow out!  Here in Ohio we got some mighty winds.  85 MPH to be precise.  Let's just say, Andy was heading home from work, a storm formed, I was watching the weather and they said, "A strong storm is coming, take cover."  No tornado warning but the kids and I headed to the basement.  About 3 minutes later, the power went out.

The kids were so scared.  I was as cool as a cat.  A scaredy cat that called her daddy and asked him to pray because she wasn't sure she was going to make it to her 9th life....

Anywho, Andy came home and I was more calm.  Mostly because he was safe but also because I feel I safer when he's around.

After the storm blew over, we took the kids upstairs.  Andy had already seen the damage and when he said, "There are trees down in our backyard." I basically rolled my eyes in disbelief.

"Babe, you mean like large branches, right?"

I mean, if there are trees down in our yard, one should be freaking out even a tad bit, right?

 Nooo!  Our trampoline!!!

We are completely thankful that no trees fell on our house and that everyone was safe.  I was prayin' pretty hard downstairs.  Strictly faith.  No fears ;)

With the power out, we were not sure if we'd stay or if I would head to Toledo with the kids and stay with family to stay cool, sane and not eat out for every meal.  Thankfully, the power came back on at 4 am.  I yelled, "Babe!  The power's on!!!" while he was in a dead sleep.  Whoops.

Here's a sweet story:  The next day I really wanted to go to the Farmer's Market with our whole family but Bexley was still under the weather so I decided I would still take Eisley since she was crazy-excited.  Then I realized all the things I really needed to get such as veggie plants for my garden and didn't want a little one nagging me to leave.

So, I tell her I think it's best she stay home and "mommy just needs to be alone a little bit."  And she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said, "Okay, mommy.  I will just go with you next week.  You can have alone time."

My throat got thick and my eyes teared up and I looked at Andy and said, "I cannot do this!"

"Eisley, nevermind.  I really want you to go with me." I said.

Eisley, 'Yeah!  Because I have been spending all morning getting ready!"  Which was a true story.

So off we went to to our favorite breakfast spot which was closed because of no power.  Bum.  We still managed to get all the things we needed without ANY complaints, only smiles and the cutest talking-voice ever from the little Eisley Bree.

Everyone was talking about the wind and all the power outages.  I became even more thankful knowing SO many people still didn't have power and were not promised it for a week!  We were out for only 12 hours!  Praise the Lord!

Our next stop was the grocery store to get a few more things for dinner.  We were quite surprised to see, this!

ORGANIC GRAPES!!!!

I am NOT exaggerating when I say that Eisley asks me at least 3 times a month if we can get grapes or if the farmer's market sold "organic" grapes, yet.  I would always have to tell her no because ya know, they are on the dirty dozen list.  But today!  Today we spotted some and for only $2.99 a bag!  They sell for $6-$9 a bag so this was a steal!  

What a wonderful day it was with sweet, Eisley Bree.

We finished the day with...

Planting our organic pepper and tomato plants.

Sidewalk Chalk

 Grilling up the veggies we bought...

 The BEST color ever!  Those are potatoes!!!

The result, with a side of brats.  Yum.

A loverly day, indeed!

City-girl gone' country?!

A pretty bold statement for a gal who loves the city life (that my actual life doesn't really allow for, yet) and being around people.  A little known fact is that I don't like the dirtiness of animals or the smell.   Just keep reading, dang it!

Here's where this is coming from.  An extreme frustration with the food I want to buy and/or try to buy and the food I am actually buying.  Let me lay it out all nice and straight for ya.  I care about the produce and meat I put into my kids' body.  I spent many years and hours reading up on natural and organic and have been rather educated, so I thought.

Last week at the Olde Worthington Farmers Market,  I overheard someone ask my meat supplier, "So are you certified organic?" to which the reply was, "No, we don't bother messing with the silly regulations."

I felt as if I were sucker-punched.  I was also extremely disappointed in myself.  I knew better than to spend more money on "natural" and not go all out with the "USDA Organic".  I know, even that's not perfect but better than the "other" stuff. 

So now what?!  I talk to my 2 friends who have the same passions as I do in eating the best stuff out there.  Eating food the way it was meant to be...organically.

I feel as if I am starting from square one.  I feel like I have to research even more now (and I will!) with each farm in the area and how and what I can purchase and how they handle their animals, what they feed them exactly and if I can purchase from them.  Oh!  And will it be reasonably priced?

Then, there's the desire to just feed my family with our own food.  I am so sick of the ways in which it *seems* farmers are either treating their animals/crops without a care in the world but their own finances which leaves us with terrible toxins a flowin' in our bodies OR they want to go "organic" but by the skin of their teeth.

So what does this all mean for my family?!  Buying a house with land!!!  I wouldn't want a ton of land, but maybe a couple of acres.  Like, 5 at the most.  But then I think, "Okay, Breena.  Seriously?!  You'll go out and milk a goat?  You'll walk more than 2 feet from a chicken?  And collect their eggs?!"

hahaha!  Then I kind of want to gag...but I have done SO many things I thought I wouldn't since being educated on food and how it effects our bodies.  My kids are worth it and so is my life span (as much as I can help it) to stay around with them here on this God forsaken earth ;)

In a perfect world, I would want to live 15 minutes from the city, in a nice big home with neighbors no more than  1/2 acre away (so we can be friends and barter, duh!), built-in-pool, in a good school system, affordable for a pastor's wife, etc, etc, etc.

See.  It totally exists. Charming.

So there ya have it.  A complete "I want to move to NYC and become a fashion designer" city-girl questioning "She's gone country?!" ;)

Thoughts?  Unless you are going to say, "Everything causes cancer these days!" to which I will reply, "Yes.  Yes it does..."

Zoo

Yesterday we went to the Columbus Zoo for Andy's work's "Family Day"!  It was a blast! 

 Face painting!

Eisley, a heart princess and Cyrus, a cheetah. 

Cyrus asked me if I would get my face painted like a gazelle.  Ya know, so he could chase me and then eat me.  Loverly.

Thankfully, we didn't have to walk around the zoo.  We had a nice, shaded room to sit, eat food and they even brought baby animals to us including a joey and baby leopard!

So cute!!!

What a fun weekend!  Family, friends and lots of outdoor activities!  Good for sleeping babies...

 Zekey and sleeping Bexley.

We still had church an hour later! 

I hope your weekend was a goody, too!

New Blog Design

So I went a little crazy and redesigned on my blog.  I hope you love it!  I do!!

A few friends and family wanted to know how they could follow me on here since I am no longer on Facebook.  Now I have a little spot on the right column where you can add your email address and get updates when I post on my blog!   

How was your weekend?  We were in Toledo all weekend to celebrate Cy's 6th birthday with family and friends.  Now we are off to Quantum Health's Zoo day with family.  I am super excited because they have a special area blocked off for us and the Zoo workers (for lack of a better title) are going to bring animals to us!!!  So glad we can avoid walking around with 4 kids.

I'll post pictures later!

I hope your weekend was as good as mine!!!

 I love giraffes :)