So close I can... Smell it?!

Yeap, the mudding, taping, and sanding is done thanks to our friend Doug. Now Emmett is up stairs right now priming the walls, and I can smell every inch of it. Aaaaahhhhh, the smell of progress. That means, hopefully, the walls will all be painted this weekend, and then we'll tile the bathroom, call the carpet people, and wait for them to get there stuff together. Once, they are done, I can move Brittney upstairs, and try to get my home back... back from being the horrible junkyard it has become. If I have to dust or sweep one more time, I think I'll scream. It's just the worst thing to dust one day, and then wake up the next day and not be able to see Sponge bob clearly on the t.v. screen, cause secretly over night some horrible dust monster came and pooped an inch thick coating of dust on everything. Okay, I'm fine. Really.

I was looking at some pics of Ivee today trying to find a recent one to print. I came across her birthday pics from May. I'm going to post one below and let you compare it to the one from my last blog. It is simply amazing how wonderful she looks now! I couldn't help but cry. You know you've had a hard year, and so has she, but you sort of forget along the way. Then you see what she looked like on chemo, and well, your heart just wants to sob. Not sad or happy tears, just those....I need to let it out.... tears. Like that time on Everybody Loves Raymond where his wife Deborah just needed a good cry. I never knew what she meant by that, but it always made me laugh. I think I get it now. Well, enough jabbering. Here's the pics. Have a great night or day.

This is the day of her actual birthday in the hospital (USA C&W). She looked so sickly. All puffy and her eyes all red. If I remember correctly, she had a g-button infection as well. But she never fussed or complained!

This is from out party at home. No hair anywhere except for that little sprig on top. No eyebrows or eyelashes. The poor baby lost it all.

Now look at me. So much hair, and I'm so happy. She is such a good baby. I can't imagine a better personality from a child that has been through what she has. I call Ivee and the other children my little Ependymoma Warriors.