Progression of a House

Probably the only benefit of back-blogging is that you often get the whole story all at once instead of a bit at a time.  Such is the case with our new home.  They broke ground in September.  Now it is almost Thanksgiving, and we are scheduled to move in in 11 days.  Whoo-hoo!!  We can not wait!

 Framing

 Sheetrock

 My amazing kitchen over-looking the living room

 The Big Boys' Room

 They are so excited to have an up-stairs. 

 Brick

 Stone

 All done.  They bricked the whole house in 3 days.  These guys are crazy-hard workers!

 Next up: hard woods.

 We get to keep the left-over stone, so we tucked it away in the garage.

 One of my favorite parts of the house: the mud cabinet.

 Kitchen cabinets

 Pretty ceiling in the school room and master bedroom.

 Boys' Room again.

 Living room.  There are very dirty hardwoods under all that mess.

 Window seat in the playroom upstairs

 I am so excited about all this STORAGE!!

Kitchen almost done.

This house is so much more than we could ever have asked for or imagined.  The way the doors opened for us to get this amazing house for such an awesome deal, we know it was a gift from the Lord.  We are commited to use it for His glory and His purposes.  We are so excited to get started on this new chapter of our lives!



World Diabetes Day

What a stinky day to have cause to recognize.  Diabetes and I are not friends.  In fact, I H.A.T.E. Type I diabetes with my whole heart and soul.  I have good reason.  Diabetes runs our lives.  I struggle minute to minute to be an adequate pancreas for Nosy...and mostly I fail big time. The pressure and guilt I feel on a daily basis are enormous and suffocating.  I cry a lot and want to rip my hair out or scream at the tops of my lungs in frustration.  Jeremy and I try and try and pray and think and worry and make changes to attempt to keep Noah's small body in balance so that he can feel good and play and have energy and, well, live.  His sugars have been so unstable recently.  They swing from over 600 to the 30's in a given day sometimes, usually for no reason that Jeremy and I can pinpoint.  We are not stupid people and we follow all the rules and check and double and triple check all the appropriate calculations, but still we fail.  And Noah ends up hyper or lethargic or with a tummy ache and diarrhea or almost at the passing out point or with blood as thick as molasses that has no way to carry oxygen to all his important parts.  All because we can't control this awful disease. It has gotten to the point that we check Noah every 1.5-2 hours all night long.  And thanks to my recent awareness of Dead in Bed Syndrome, every. single. time I enter his bedroom, I brace myself, prepare myself for the absolute worst.  I hold my breath and pray, pray, pray in my heart of hearts until I see him take a deep, reassuring breath.  He's okay.  At least until the next check, he's okay.   He's alive.  And God forbid he over-sleep in the morning.  I can be found in almost an all-out panic.  Recent studies show that 1 in 20 Type I Diabetics die of low blood sugar.  When I heard that, I was physically sick for a week.  1 in 20?!  How can that possibly be?  So heap on some extra stress and pressure and bottles full of tears for my boy and all those other D-mamas and daddies that struggle like we do.  All I can do is TRUST the Lord my God with Nosy's life.  He has been so faithful.  He gives and takes away.  And I am so thankful.  But still I brace myself.

This ad ran in the New York Times and The Washington Post a couple of weeks ago to help raise awareness for Type I Diabetes.  There is encouraging research being done on an artificial pancreas.  If you'd consider signing a petition to help speed things up in the testing through the FDA, here is a link.  We would all appreciate it so very much. 

Sporting our blue, the color of diabetes, on World Diabetes Day.

Praying for a cure.