Prayers

Jake's prayers are a crack-up. He prays for the food every time, whether or not we are eating. Some other things recently said:

Please help us to drive safely when we go to Utah... for Thanksgiving... right, mom?

Please help my friends to be safe and happy with their families.

Please help Alisa to be reverent and to stop drinking and fold her arms when I am praying...

Please help dad not to sleep during my prayer.

Speaking of prayers, please keep Brookie in yours. She is going to be sedated and have an MRI in the next couple of weeks. She won't lift her left armpit/shoulder more than halfway. She screams in pain when we try. She stretches her right arm all the way up, but her left one remains at her side. She has the use of her hand and her arm, for that matter, but doesn't lift it. She saw a pediatric orthopedic surgeon the other day, and a normal x-ray showed nothing. I'll keep you posted. The MRI should tell us what damage, if any, is in there. Then we can plan what to do (sugery--oh, I hope not!--or physical therapy).

Other than that, I am still off of milk products and she is normally a pretty happy (although touchy) baby. She has been sleeping between 10 and 11 hours at night (thank heavens!). This may be due to the fact that I load her up with ibuprofen before bed. She is teething. Oh, joy. She is a joy, though I can safely say that she is our hardest baby yet. And we thought we had it all figured out...