Awhile ago, Daniel and I started putting purchases on his BassPro Rewards card. You earn points and can spend them at BassPro just as dollars. I put all of our gas, food, supplies, etc...on it --it adds up quickly!(We just pay off each month in full so there is no interest.) He uses the points for all of the fishing/ hunting stuff he'd like and gets them for free.
He bought a gun the other day and was just shy of the total points needed. However, the gun has a $25 manufacturer's rebate which means they will actually pay him for taking the gun from them!
This one I'm anxious to see b/c it's a muzzle-loader (think The Patriot, consequently on Daniel's list of favorite historical movies. Additionally, I believe I already mentioned, the place where he hunts actually was the site of filming for the Patriot. I guess if I were a good wife, I would be sewing colonial-era militia garb for him to run around in???)
With a muzzle-loader you have to ram everything down into the barrel to fire it-like you see on old movies. I think it'll be neat to see.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
CVS-ing at Bass Pro Shops
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Hummingbirds!
Then, last night he came back, and Daniel and I watched him for awhile. At the hardware store this morning, Daniel bought me a feeder and four birds have been fighting over it all afternoon--they found it immediately! They're soo cute, I just had to post some pics.
In other news, we are all well- with the exception of a small fish hook going into Ryan's finger. Ugh! But he's fine now and it's just a little mark. Luckily Daniel was here with me to get it out. Also, Richard yanked another of his teeth last night. (The previous tooth fell out while he was asleep.)
We are loving the cool weather here in SC, it feels like Fall! There's a few red leaves too ---but, we'll have to head back on Wednesday. (It's very hard to leave... ) But I'm promised we'll return soon for some hunting! (No, not me, just Daniel)
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Happy Birthday Richard
September 11th brings Richard to 8 miraculous years. Whenever this day comes around, I find myself reliving the (very frightening) day that brought him to us. Racing to the hospital, a 3 minute flat C-section, 3 long months of NICU life, and months of oxygen.
Since it's been a few years, many of you may not know that doctors told us, several months ahead of time, Richard would not survive when he was born. (My water had broken around 15 weeks and doctors wanted to "terminate" that evening). We waited and saw several specialists in the next 14 weeks. I went into labor at 29 weeks b/c of an infection--within an hour we were rushing to the hospital.
Richard's heart and breathing stopped, so I was rushed in for a C-section and my doctor wasn't there - the nurses grabbed one in the hallway. When I came to, I laid in recovery for a long time wondering how the baby was. On the way to my room, they actually rolled me through the NICU, in the bed, to see Richard.
The next six months could fill several books--but it taught us much about ourselves and the goodness of the Lord -- providing for us, sustaining us, and sending miracle after miracle. It is hard to realize your own weakness and rely on someone else. It is hard to wait patiently for tiny signs of progress and hope for a life returning to normal.
Now, eight years down the road, we praise the Lord each day for our miracle boy and all he's been through.
Since it's been a few years, many of you may not know that doctors told us, several months ahead of time, Richard would not survive when he was born. (My water had broken around 15 weeks and doctors wanted to "terminate" that evening). We waited and saw several specialists in the next 14 weeks. I went into labor at 29 weeks b/c of an infection--within an hour we were rushing to the hospital.
Richard's heart and breathing stopped, so I was rushed in for a C-section and my doctor wasn't there - the nurses grabbed one in the hallway. When I came to, I laid in recovery for a long time wondering how the baby was. On the way to my room, they actually rolled me through the NICU, in the bed, to see Richard.
The next six months could fill several books--but it taught us much about ourselves and the goodness of the Lord -- providing for us, sustaining us, and sending miracle after miracle. It is hard to realize your own weakness and rely on someone else. It is hard to wait patiently for tiny signs of progress and hope for a life returning to normal.
Now, eight years down the road, we praise the Lord each day for our miracle boy and all he's been through.
And I often wonder what things lie in store for him.
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