M is 18 today. He survived all of his non-life threatening, self inflicted personal injuries. There were days that I doubted he'd make it to 18-- those days he would have his brothers video tape him doing some boyhood stunt. We are proud of the young man he has become. With God's grace, he is an amazing young man. I am proud that he is active in our church and that he is also very active in the pro-life movement. So very proud that he not only prays for the unborn, he puts his prayers into action by defending and promoting life. I look forward to seeing what God has in store for this young man.
We made it through last week. J was sick through Friday. He started perking up Friday evening, as did S. Saturday, S went to baseball practice after eating a decent lunch and staying hydrated with various forms of Gatorade (pre-during-after), but still ended up with an exercise headache. Dreaded Mito! So far (saying many prayers) no one else has come down with the dreaded vomiting virus. The ped said she thought it was norovirus. Awful stuff!
Yesterday, J came to me with another infected toe, so it is off to the doctor today.
Baseball season is IN..... we'll drive an hour to practice and hope to be home by 8:30 tonight. It is the price to pay to play on a wonderful, Christian team. We are looking forward to another wonderful season.