Lost computer, lost time

We lost the small computer to a fall, so we are limping along on our old Toshiba. This means that Travis has it 99% of the time, so I haven't been able to do much posting.

Travis continues to pursue working with a start-up company called E-Health Trust, a medical banking system for consumers. We are praying that the company makes sales this month so that they can hire him full-time. He is also pursuing other options as well, for we know that start-up companies are a risk.

I have been continuing to work at the hospital and have added another hospital and a private practice job that keep me busy.

This weekend our friend had to go into the hospital for an emergency kidney infection, so we have been helping them out with meals and their kids. It was quite an adventure for me to have a 2 1/2 year old, a 5 month old, and a 2 month old for a day! Kate loved it, saying, "Jesus, please help Becky to feel all better!" and "Awww, Baby Eli is so cute!". Grant was super patient as well, waiting his turn to eat and generally doing great sharing mommy. The only challenge came as I attempted to eat dinner, feed everyone, then bathe and bed them all. Matt accused me of loving being superwoman;but, let's just say that I only enjoyed watching the babies play together.

It is hard to believe but Grant is almost 5 months old. He is a big chunker. I am not sure how big he is, but we go to the doctor to find out on Tuesday. My guess is 18lbs and about 27 inches long. He hasn't gone back to sleeping through the night; and I haven't started him on solids yet, so maybe it will all work itself out soon enough. He is so proud of himself lately, flipping over both directions and this week he finally got on all fours. Crawling here we come!

Kate is every bit a two year old. Her newest phrase is, "But, Mommm" She is essentially potty trained, although we have had some reverting this past week.  She loves having her dog around, mostly because she has someone to boss her around. We are in that downward slump of what my mom calls the three month cycle-- three months they do really well, then three months of intense training. I love her to death. She is so intense and busy. Every time I look at her, I think, "If this is what she is like now, what is she going to be like at four? at seven? at thirteen!?!" Here's my favorite picture of her lately: (for some reason it isn't loading right...)