Monkey See. Monkey Do.

My children are monkeys. (Not the cute kind that sit on your shoulder.) The wild, climbing, crazy, kind.

They climb on everything.

When signs are posted that clearly prohibit "no climbing" that makes them want to climb more. Their eyes light up, looking at me like, "Mom...can we, can we, can we?"

I let them get some climbing in this weekend, they climbed on everything in sight and did monkey bars too, which was fitting for the two of them.

{When we're at the Zoo and watch the Chimps eat I think to myself, "I could totally see my kids eating peanut butter off each others heads. I draw the line at flinging poo at each other though, that's just wrong.}

Look at that determination...

My sweet little climbing monkeys! I do love them!!!!

I just wish I knew where they got it from...

I really have no idea at all!

Cancer Sucks.

I hate cancer.

Really, I do.

Here's an update on my dad. He has multiple myeloma which is a cancer of plasma cells, a type of white blood cell present in bone marrow. Today (he tried yesterday but his numbers were too low) he’s starting the harvesting process for his stem cells. That means right now there is no new cancer that they can see at this point, so that is why they are harvesting at this time.

This process is Autologous stem cell transplants, (AHHH, thank you Google) in which his peripheral blood stem cells are taken from him (harvested), frozen until needed, then given back to him (transplanted) after he has received high doses of chemotherapy, radiation therapy or both, to destroy the myeloma cells. (I feel like I could write an episode of Grey's Anatomy now.)

For the next 3 days they will harvest (at the OK Blood Institute.) It’s a 4 hour long process each day, they need millions of these good cells. Then at some point later they will do chemo and radiation to basically shock his body and hopefully kill anything bad. Then they put the good cells back. Long, painful, procedure.

This is from his blog post today....
God continues to take good care of me, and we rest our faith in him. You know King David put his faith in God and God cared for him and he was even called a "man after God's own heart." I hope to continue to be the kind of man God wants and needs for me to be. So keeping my faith in God is my ultimate Goal -- and whatever he plans for me is what he wants. Please pray that I can keep my faith in our Heavenly Father.

God is good! That's our motto, and we're stickin' to it.

The Case of the Funny 2nd Grader.

This little 2nd grader....

cracks me up.

She makes me smile everyday. (Yes, sometimes she makes me wanna scream too, but the smiles outweigh the screams - in my book.)

The other day she brought home her library book selection and I just started laughing...

I said, "The Hardy Boys?" She said, "Yeah Mom, you know I like a good mystery."

Hearing her say that made me laugh even more thinking that just yesterday we were sitting in her bed and she was reading mysteries like "See Dick. See Dick run? Silly, silly Dick."