Rambo's Rampages...

Yesterday was all about Ruthie's birthday. Yes, yes, I know it's passed, but she finally got to do the ONE THING she has been asking to do for the last six months: go to Chuck E. Cheese with Uncle Eli. Why she picked him, I do not know :), but she did. And he was gracious enough to take her and the entire Taylor clan to enjoy a day just for Ruth. (Maybe that's why she picked him....) She was not excited at all.  Of course she was. It's literally been the only thing on her mind for months and the past week was solely a countdown to Sunday.  So we packed up the kiddos and hit the road for some tokens, pizza, and fun. And, boy, did they have fun. ...and fun...                      ....and fun....                                        ...and ...

I've decided to be more bold . We're talking walk-around-in-the-streets-in-a-spongebob-character bold . Write-letters-stick-them-in-the-mail-and-THEN-think-about-it bold . Plan-to-world-dominate(or-at-least-figure-out-the-krabby-patty-recipe-at-any-cost) bold . Answer-before-being-asked kind of bold .   Shoot-first-ask-questions-later bold. Okay..... maybe not THAT bold. But you may want to disregard any letters you receive in the mail.  

Currently the kids are making me breakfast on the couch (a variation of breakfast in bed) which consists of oatmeal, granola, coffee, and KoolAid Jammers. They slept in a bit and that is birthday present enough for me. Especially when it is immediately followed by their rendition of 'Happy Birthday'. They have already told me that I will get their special spa treatment today and if it's anything like last time it will involve everything from a foot massage in a Morton salt foot bath to getting my teeth flossed. This is the real deal, people.  I love my kids. Any second I will be ordered to go sit on the couch, turn on the tv, and put my feet up so I better scoot.  Happy birthday to me! 

I bet you'll never guess that she's excited. It's because we SHOULD be doing school work but the oldest is still asleep. And how can I say no to THAT? It's pretty ridiculous, but she makes me laugh so she wins.  I can't even tell you how much these girls are like their dad. But here is the proof so I probably don't have to say anything. Pray for me. :) Now onto Rambo, who I don't have any decent pictures of because he never stops moving. NEVER. STOPS. MOVING. He is doing great! Woot! He fought through last weeks fevers and sickness like a champ. (So did all the kids, actually. I seriously couldn't ask for better kids.) He is doing far better this week and my hopes are that he'll stay that way. We went to a cardiology appointment yesterday. (Thanks to my friend Ashley we were actually able to make this one! And we tore the place down! Or up.. or whatever the saying is.....) Rambo had an EKG and an echo and we were given the good new...

RUTH MEADOWS TAYLOR haPPy BiRtHdaY!!! You are one of the loves of my life and one of my biggest joys! You are beautiful. You are funny. You are burp crush. You are getting too big! You are smart. You are loveable! You are an amazing big sister. And a great little sister. You are hot and cold. You are a gymnast. You are a princess. You are letting God work in your heart. You make me proud every day. You're an excellent reader. You're an amazing daughter. You are all girl. You are strong-willed. You are strong. You are perfect.  You are six! I love you, Ruth Meadows Taylor. ***You also stink like a pig :) ***

He is currently bouncing himself all over the bed, fingers in his mouth, with a huge smile on his face. I'd say things are looking up. I should have learned my lesson by now. I KNOW better. Never never never say how well things are going. Because it is now almost midnight and I'm lying next to him in the extend-o-chair ready for bed and he is not a happy camper. He is so tired but just not able to sleep. Therefore I am left listening to gurgles and extremely fast breathing and rustling around and just plain fussiness. No fingers in the mouth. No happy bouncing. No huge smiles. No going home. We moved down to IMC today (Intermediate Medical Care) which is a great move. Health wise Rambo is doing well. Or, so they say. Apparently the even faster breathing and even more suctioning and even more oxygen is a good sign. He will get worse before he gets better so this is the 'worse' before the 'better'. Or so they say. The doctors said his chest xray showed either ...

A few things Rambo is bound and determined to do: 1)  Be his brothers best friend. 2) Sit up on his own. 3)  Have the chubbiest cheeks ever. 4) Be as cute as humanly possible. 5) Get his sisters nose. 6) Figure out what in the world Ruth is doing to his hand. A few things I am bound and determined to do: 1) Make good, edible  homemade bread. 2) Enjoy it.  As you can see we are both well on our way to accomplishing the aforementioned. I'm also determined to treat weekends as weekends as long as my house isn't disastrous - it can look like a tropical storm ran through it but hurricane is where I draw the line and give into chores once again. Theodore also still appears be determined to get back into the hospital. We thought he was happy at home as there were no hospital attempts in the past few months. This past week proved us wrong. But we're onto him. We've figured out his tricks. No hospital for you, littl...

  Just an onslaught of some random pictures since we've been home. He's seems to be happy :) Except between the hours of 5pm and 10pm. Then he's a monster. But he's still so sweet :) Israel loves his little brother :) I think he was singing him "Row row row your boat". According to Israel "It's pretty much his favorite song." Awww!!! Awwwww!! again. Amanda out. There is work to be done!

Don't lie. I bet half of you are expecting pictures of cats or something else equally as soft and cuddly. Sorry to disappoint, but I'm going to inundate you with pictures of Rambo. I must say, he is pretty cuddly.  And of course, I have to add my other 3 cutest things: Now, seriously, who needs cats?? Thank you. That is all.