What a Weekend!

I know all of you have stories of those crazy, out-of-the-ordinary things that always tend to happen the moment your husband steps out the door for an out-of-town trip. This past weekend was kinda like that for us Gray girls, although I can't claim to have been left stranded, as I have parents who can still be found close by my side when I need them. Jake went out of town, and the sewer line between the kitchen and laundry room decided to stop up and spew kitchen gunk all over the place...so the roto-rooter guys came and made loud vibrating noises in the pipes under the girls' bedrooms till 11pm... then, Abby wakes up Sunday morning screaming that her back hurt & she needed to throw-up... the Ask-A-Nurse Methodist line advised me to take her to the ER... On our drive to the ER, she tucked her purple "throw-up" bucket under her chin and fell asleep. At one point, she startled awake and immediately said, "Mom, I really forgot to say 'bandera'." (We play a Spanish game when driving, where we say the Spanish word for things we see... well, a flag was the first thing she happened to see when she woke up.)

It all turned out to be nothing (thankfully), but Abby got a real-life learning experience about wheelchairs, hospitals, gowns and X-rays! She clutched her purple "bucket" and "Shaggy" (the brown bear her Uncle Scott gave her) all the way from home through the ER doors and until they wrenched it from her to take X-Rays. Although she protested it initially, she became attached to the green hospital gown, asking me all day Sunday after we got home, "Mommy, where is my gown?" She loved the wheelchair ride, and today she pointed out every single handicap sign we saw because they have wheelchairs on them. And she loved the X-Ray, astonished at the view of her own bones. This morning when we were memorizing "love the Lord your God with all you heart, all your soul and all your _____" she said "all your BONES!"

Not too happy upon arrival...

That bucket's not going anywhere, if she has anything to say about it!

She's warming up (after the Zofran)...

Off to get the X-Ray...

She's baaaack... enthusiastically announcing to the entire ER that she is "all better!" When we got home, she said, "Now that I am all better, we can go to church." I told her we had missed church, so then she said "OK, so now we can go to Fiesta Texas!"