The First Attempt back in January
And these are her first pig tails too.
"Where's Rebekah?"
"There she is!"
And she realized she had pig tails...
Time to clean up.
We got more paint on arms and legs than paper.
This was the best thirty minutes of Beks' whole week thus far.
Being sickly is NO fun.
3.Last week I made a spur of the moment cake for Jennifer's impromptu birthday get togehter. It was not very pretty, but was very good. "You can't judge a book by its cover". 
She is so lethargic. She doesn't really respond to her name. 
She snoozes on and off. She is hot in her Momma's lap. Mom can feel the heat through her blue jeans.
She still looks like her Daddy's mini-me.
The doctor comes in. He says her ears are fine. Her chest is fine.
Since we don't know the source of the fever, we'll do some blood work and give her some fluids.
The nurse comes in. Momma and a nurse hold the babe down.
She cries. Momma cries. Daddy thinks about crying.
She doesn't like the pretty nurses anymore. And she's not so sure about Momma and Daddy.
They didn't save the girl.
She is so tired of this.
Momma too.
Daddy too.
Momma's telephone too, it is running out of juice from all the texting.
Still praying. In my head, I know she will be okay, it is probably just a virus.
But also in my head, I know: The Lord gives and he takes away and He is good all the time.
As my dear friend said this morning "It is hard to hold them with an open hand."
She gets a fluid iv. She perks up when she is awake.
She lets her Daddy know she still knows his name.
She tries to tug at her iv tubes.
Doctor comes back. Her white count is up, so she gets an antibiotic iv.
If she keeps getting better, we can go home after the antibiotic.
Praise the Lord, we're ready.
She keeps getting better. We go home. It is late.
She goes straight to sleep. She wakes up with a fever again, but not quite so high.
She gets a midnight cocktail of pedialyte and tylenol. And rocking with Momma helps too.
She wakes and stirs and mini-fusses several times. Momma prays some more and more for the girl to just feel better and for the enemy to just leave us alone. That God has already won these hearts, so just go away.
We wake up late for us, 6:30. She is not a slug anymore. 
Just enough to put her to sleep again, but she fought it.
After a short morning nap, she is up again.
She is hungry and pedialyte isn't hitting the spot.
How about Cheerios?
Her eyes question: "Mom, are you sure? Will they hurt this tummy?"
Her tummy answers her questions.
Eating them from Momma's hand is not enough. She needs the bowl.
She is so happy to have the bowl, to eat the cheerios 46 at a time, to throw them on the floor, to cock that big toe up...And Momma is so happy her personality is back.
We talked to the pediatrician. She says Rebekah's bloodwork came back fine, to just observe her, and if her fever spikes again to let them know.
The sweet girl is napping now.
Thank you for your concern and prayers and love.
Love, us
I hope you all enjoyed this video, since it took two tries on two seperate days and then a full hour to upload. That would make a BIG GIANT UGRH to Blogger from little ol' me.
I think I like these.
I can do it myself.
Look, I can touch them.
What?
This is so fun!
Where are you going with that bowl?
Is this better? No? How about a closer close up?
This is as close as it gets. Can you see the atrocity?
You see it now, all those little hairs, that the horrible mean cruel sheet pulled out of Rebekah's head. They were just laying there waiting for me to find them. Laying there, mocking me and enjoying Rebekah's natural mohawk.
Near empty "Masher"
