Tonight I would like to prove to you that I have no vanity at all.
Well, perhaps I have a little vanity. That is why it hurts to post this. But I have more humor then I have vanity, so here it is.
Note the arched looked of surprise in my eyebrows. That is not because Andy snapped my picture while I was unaware. No, that is because there is glue stuck in them, and they are being pulled upward. I am getting a "facelift" this week. A free, slightly painful, completely nonproductive one.
The first layer is circle "probes", glued directly to my head. The technician who put them on said they are a pain to get off, and that nail polish remover is what they have found works best. I am sure my hair is going to LOVE that.
The second layer is gauze, wrapped around and around, even under my chin.
Finally is the beautiful stocking cap. The tech was actually laughing as she tried to stuff the last of my hair up in it. I had commented several times about how big my hair was, but she had curly hair too, so didn't mind and just worked around it. But, as she tried to fit the top layer on she said, "Girl, you really do have big hair."
For those of you in my family, that line will be really, really familiar.
I almost choked with laughter.
But, tonight when I was getting the boys ready for bed, Zion looked at me with the adoration that only a three year old can possess and said, "Mommy, I like your new hat."
Since he can love my new hat, and me in it... I guess you all can see me in all my glory. Just try to ignore the bags under my eyes!
And, guess what - the ensemble even comes with a handy dandy fanny pack to hold the machine. Aren't I lucky?
As Andy pointed out, it could be worse. They could have asked me to shave my head for the procedure! Plus, if they can catch an "episode", one of these little mini seizures I have fairly often, on the machine, well, it will all be worth it. Identification will be a huge step in better treatment, and in knowing what exactly to ask God for when we ask for healing.
Change of subject...
Last night when we put the boys to bed they were wound up. I kept hearing them in there playing around but they were staying in their room, and the light was off, so I figured, no biggie. Would you light to see where Zion finally fell asleep?
Under the bed.
With just his head peeking out the top.
We were tempted to leave him there, but it was a little cool last night, and it seemed a good idea to drag him out and cover him up.
What a goofball!
Last but not least, I need a picture of Canaan too.
Last week for Columbus day we studied Spain. We talked a little about Columbus, and where he thought he was going (India) and where he ended up (a "new world" that hadn't been discovered by Europeans yet, or at least, not the ones Columbus and his pals knew).
Canaan made a beautiful Spanish style mosaic of a ship, in honor of Columbus' long sea voyage.
Life is full, and beautiful, every second.
I am praying for an "episode" (first time I have ever prayed to be sick!) during the next few days. For now, I am going to go pop some Advil, and curl up with a book. Who knew that probes and glue could weigh so much?! I am exhausted.