It wasn't the Kool-Aid® and what did he mean???

First of all, it wasn't the Tropical Punch Kool-Aid® that made Elizabeth hurl. She had a "raging" ear infection (to quote the pediatrician) in her right ear. It was so bad that she ended up with a Rocephin shot on Friday morning when we saw the ped. Her right ear drum was bulging from the pressure behind it and he told me her ear drum might rupture. He said if we didn't do the shot, it would *definitely* rupture. My big girl was *miserable*!!!! I said, "Then let's do the shot." I know they hurt like hell (I had one when I had pneumonia a few years ago) - but they kick in so quickly and make such a difference. And I wanted to get her on the road to recovery as quickly as possible. She slept almost all day on Friday, but by 7:00 she definitely had some of the sparkle back in her eyes and was starting to be my happy girl again. We started oral antibugs on Saturday. She's still a bit whiney, but definitely better!

Sunday was Katherine's baby dedication at church. The service was great, even though there was little glitch in the PowerPoint presentation. I love the additional things we've done to make it more personal - a photo of the family and then a photo of the baby with a passage of Scripture. The choir softly "ooohed" "Silent Night" and the orchestra played as Jeff called each baby's name and we came forward. Afterward, I gave each family a copy of the slideshow on CD and a high quality print of their slides (on acid-free paper, of course, it's the scrapbooker in me!). They were thrilled to have it and it was a fun thing to do for them.

So, after baby dedication, a friend of mine approached me with tears in her eyes and said, "When I saw you walking down the aisle with that baby I thought 'There's Gina! With a baby! And her second baby at that!' After all those years we thought it wouldn't happen and prayed that it would. Now you have TWO!" Then she grinned and asked, "And number three?" I laughed and told her not to let Brad hear her ask that question because he says he's done, though I'd like one more. After Kay walked away, Brad asked what she'd said and I told him. In response to the #3 question he said, "You have seven months." What? "You have seven months to get pregnant again. You have to be pregnant again by the time I turn 40." So...does that mean he's okay with the idea of another baby? What would YOU take that to mean? Sounds like permission to "go for it" to me!