January 29, 2012
I just ate two celebration cupcakes and I don't feel a bit guilty about it! Such a fun day to celebrate Annabeth's accomplishment of setting her personal high for gymnastics and qualifying for state with a 34.825. Jay was an amazing daddy and sacrificed his Saturday to drive her to Tulsa for a last-minute meet. Grams came and cheered her on as well. I stayed at home with the other two kids because, in all honesty, gymnastics' meets anywhere under the collegiate level are not top quality entertainment for siblings week after week. (And although Mommy is much better at leaving her gym-Mom anxiety at the throne of grace, she has a bit of a tendency to be a basket case at meets) We are also so grateful today for a medical treatment plan that appears to be healing Annabeth's lungs after two years of struggling with asthma. Today's entry is short and sweet and super fun but of course, lest we become too prideful, there was also an added pinch of reality. Since I just gave thanks for the funny son that the Lord gave me, I thought I'd share a bit of his day in closing. Annabeth's qualifying score all came down to her last event of the day which was vault. Instead of pacing a path in the living room carpet or staring a hole in the screen of my phone, I was trying to patiently wait by reading and playing words with friends with my mother (I know, I have an amazingly exciting social life!). Suddenly I hear, "Mom come quick Jack just threw up all over your bed!" Ahhhh not the message I was waiting for, but I grabbed my phone and ran to his aide. I whisked him off the bed and into the bathroom to complete the expulsion of his stomach contents just as my text message went off. As I saw the score, I started shrieking and jumping up in down in excitement (it's been two years, I'm allowed a few shrieks) only to be stopped short as my son stood before me covered in vomit with pitiful teary eyes. I'm sure I said something semi-loving and compassionate like, "Don't move Jack. Annabeth made state and I have to tell Emma. Mommy loves you, I'll be back in a second!" After a bit of time to settle down, I found myself cleaning up well.....just cleaning up- clothes, pillows, comforters, carpet. I kind of laughed and prayed, "Yes, Lord we praise you in victory and we praise you in vomit." The second picture is Jack's congratulations card for Annabeth. Here is how he explained it, "That's Annabeth winning the prize by the vault. That's you Mommy jumping up and down in the bathroom. And that's me crying with my tears all by myself in the shower." Oh my, it's great to be humbled and happy!
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