Not Just For Cooking

Olive oil. My favorite thing to cook with. While curling my hair with a curling iron this morning I suddenly found myself very hungry...thanks to my hair...and here's why...
Olive oil. I hear more and more all the time that olive oil is good for you, has many health benefits, etc., and I was always curious, but never thought to try actually putting it to the test until yesterday. The first thing I heard was that taking a tablespoon of EVOO every day is good for your skin, hair, and nails. After further research I found that it provides your body with rich nutrients that are good for your heart, help lower cholesterol, help normalize blood clotting, and can even benefit insulin and blood sugar levels, so I'm now on the bandwagon, forcing down a tbsp of EVOO daily. I'll let you know in 20 years if it's been beneficial :) But what I want to talk to you about today is more immediately gratifying-my hair.

Olive oil. In my hair. For three hours. Gross, right? Not at all. After hearing someone talk about the conditioning properties of EVOO, I decided it couldn't hurt to try something new. So, knowing I had some time, I went for it. I checked online to see exactly how I should do it, and there were a few different methods to choose from, but I picked the 2 that I like best. They both involve 1/2 to 1 cup of EVOO (depending on the length/thickness of your hair) and getting your hands messy. One method employs a microwave to heat the EVOO for 20 seconds or until warm, the other does not. Since we don't have a microwave and heat can degrade some of the nutrients in the oil, I went with the latter. That's the only difference between the two. There are other methods out there that add more ingredients, but I wanted to keep it simple and not make a grocery store run just to grease my hair. So from there, I began putting quarter-sized amounts in my palm and massaging it into my hair from the scalp to the ends per the instructions. If you have extra-oily hair they suggest starting about 1/2 inch from the roots to keep from having to shampoo and rinse too many times. My plan was to leave it in for about an hour (both methods suggest at least 30 minutes), but got busy doing other things, and before I knew it, 3 hours had passed! Terrified of a greasy head, I jumped into the shower and started the cleansing process. After the first shampoo and rinse, I could still feel the slick oil in my hair, so I repeated the S&R cycle. The second time was a charm!

Olive oil. Two shampoos and it was out. Not bad at all. I then used my regular conditioner to finish the process. Now I must admit, even though my hair felt normal, I was still very uneasy about what I was going to discover when I dried it. Would it be a greasy mess? Would I even notice a difference? My fears were immediately put to rest when I started the hair dryer. I could instantly tell that my hair was softer, and it wasn't greasy in the slightest! It was actually very voluminous, especially at the scalp which, with my long and heavy hair, was highly unusual. I was so excited that when I finished drying my hair I ran downstairs and made Ray feel it. Even he was impressed! And little did I know when I went to sleep that night, the EVOO had yet another trick up its sleeve. While getting ready for church the next morning I began the usually futile process of curling my hair with my curling iron...at least I thought it was my hair...but really it was completely new and rejuvinated hair! It was like I had switched hair with one of those women you hate...whose hair is ALWAYS perfect. But now my usually unmanageable, hard-to-tame, curls-fall-out-before-I-leave-the-house hair was still so very soft, full of volume, holding curl, and laying beautifully! I must say, I have never been so happy with my hair! EVOO did everything I read that it would do and more. It was unreal! I am ecstatic with the results...and my new hair! Side note: I have naturally curly hair, so I've tested it on the natural curls too, and it gives you shiny, defined spirals that keep no matter what the weather. So if you have natural curls and wear it that way often, this benefits you too!

Olive oil. USE IT. You won't regret it. You don't have to leave it on for 3 hours every time, but if you'll make it a weekly routine, taking about 45 minutes from application to wash, you'll see the benefits and be as enthusiastic about it as I am! I'm completely sold on EVOO, and will DEFINITELY be doing this every week. I've used a lot of conditioners in my life. When you treat your hair like I do...with curling irons and blow dryers and flat irons...you need a good conditioner to repair the damage. I finally found one. It's all natural and works miracles! I highly recommend it to everyone...oily or dry, damaged or not, your hair will love you, and you'll love your hair. Try it once and you'll be hooked, especially if you have hair like mine. Let your hair soak in the goodness.

Olive oil. In your hair. GO!

Happy greasing!

~Heather~

Long Time No See

I'm laughing right now because I look at my last post and see that it's about teeth. And my most recent picture of Spencer was when he was 6 months old. Now they're no longer teeth, they're molars (WOW I wish they were still teeth!) and he'll be 2 years old in less than 3 weeks. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?? Not the fact that I haven't blogged in over a year...that's simply explained by lack of internet access and finding time between cleaning up messes and keeping a toddler from condemning our house...what I'm wondering is how in the world he grew up so fast! One second he's my tiny little doll that I'm afraid to touch because I might break him, and the next he's an energetic and reckless toddler that I'm afraid might break me! My mom always said it goes by so fast...not to blink because you might miss it...and boy is that ever true! I keep asking him to slow down, but he doesn't seem to be down with that idea. As for the no blogging for over a year thing, I intend...INTEND...to fix that. We now have internet access at the house, so hopefully I'll be able to keep my blog up to speed with our life! So, enjoy the new pictures and stories, and I'll try to keep them coming! Starting with an update...

First, we moved! In March we closed on our first house! We are so excited! Home ownership is an adventure, and has been a little bumpy, but it's exciting! I finally got to paint and decorate my OWN house, and that was AWESOME! We even did some renovations, which are still in the works, but we're managing! It's so great to be able to own something, do what you want to with it, and take pride in it. I love this house, and can't wait to fill it to the shingles with memories!

Second, as I said before, Spencer is much older and much bigger now! As a matter of fact, he's in the middle of a growth spurt as we speak. I'm looking forward to his next doctor appointment to see where he is on the charts now. He's not small. He was 7lbs 10oz when he was born, and now he's 33lbs! He's a big 2 year old. My last post was March 2010, and at that point he had just started to crawl. He did the 'army crawl' for about a month and a half or so, then he started to pull up and was walking by 10 months. Since then he's been non-stop! He says a new word just about every day, knows his animal sounds, and has almost mastered the stairs in the house! Now we're working on ABCs and 1-2-3s. He's so smart, loves to play, and is already a pro at tee-ball. He throws with his left hand, so we may have a future major-leaguer on our hands! :) He's incredibly sweet, loves to give kisses, and loves his Mommy and Daddy. I couldn't ask for a better son. He steals my heart every day.

Third, I've gotten a new NEPHEW since my last post! We were so anxious to find out what Molly was having, and our prayers were answered :) Thomas was born in May 2010, and we just celebrated his first birthday a few weeks ago. He's SO CUTE!!! I could just eat him up! But he's not listening to me either when I tell him to stop growing up so fast. Why don't they listen???

Fourth, Ray was promoted to general manager of his own store last September, which was an answered prayer! That allowed us to buy our house and he now has a much better schedule (6-4 M-F) and we get to see him A LOT more! No more third shifts, no more working until after Spencer is in bed. Life is much easier now, and Ray is much happier where he is. I'm so proud of my incredible hubby!

As for me, this past year has been a battle. Me vs. Migraines and Pinched Nerves. I'm actually going to the chiropractor this week for the first time since I was pregnant, and I'm praying that he can fix me. I don't want anymore medication, I just want a straight happy spine! Prayers are welcome as we figure out exactly what's wrong and how to fix it.

There are many more things that I want to share, and I will, soon. But information overload is not a good thing, so I'll pace myself...and you! Thanks for stopping by and letting me catch up on my blogging! I'll be back to talk to you very soon! Much love! ~Heather~

Teeth, teeth, and more teeth

So, at the end of my last post I was SO EXCITED about Spencer finally cutting his first tooth! Little did I know that little tooth was going to bring along so many friends. In the past month, he's cut six teeth. SIX TEETH. He's cutting two right now as I type. It's INSANE. They just keep coming! We'll have a chaotic day or two of inconsolable screaming, then a day of calm...calm before the next storm. There has been little rest in the Bolt house lately. And this latest round of teething has brought with it a nasty little cold, which we have to get rid of before Friday, when we embark on an 8-hour cross-country journey to Los Angeles to get on a boat and sail away to the Mexican Riviera! From what I've been told, babies with stuffy heads and airplanes do not mix, so I'm praying that spencer will have all of that out of his system by then. We took him to the doctor, and he's so big that even though he's only 8 months old, he can now take Benadryl, which is GREAT because it dries him up AND helps him sleep, which means Daddy gets to sleep too. And yes, I only said Daddy on purpose. Why, you may ask? Because Spencer so graciously gave his cold to Daddy, and Daddy refuses to use nasal spray to open up his nose, so Mommy gets to be serenaded by what sounds like the nighttime song of a grizzly bear. Yes, the loudest snoring I've ever heard. So over the course of two days, I accumulated a grand total of 7 hours of sleep. And if you know me at all, you know that's not even CLOSE to being enough for me to function at full capacity. So I've been a walking zombie for two days. Thankfully, my mom came over the first day and took Spencer to the doctor and let me sleep, and then my dad came and got him yesterday and took him to their house so I could try to get some more sleep. Try being the key word. For some reason, I guess my energy reserves kicked in, because I was WIRED. My mind was racing, but my body was still so exhausted. I refused to get off of the couch. Spencer ended up spending the night at my parents house, so knowing that, I immediately took some pm meds and went to bed at 9:30. I can't remember the last time I went to bed that early. I tried to wait for Ray to get off of work at 10, but it wasn't happening. The meds kicked in and I don't remember a thing until I woke up at 11 o'clock this morning. I don't think I've ever slept that hard. It was AWESOME. Now I feel energized and ready to go! Kind of...when I woke up this morning my head was stuffy and my nose was running like a faucet. So I loaded up on Zicam and Vitamins, and hopefully I'll kick this thing before it even gets started. What a fun week it's been!

T-minus 6 days and counting until the warm sunshine and Pacific waters of the west coast! I'm SOOOOOO excited! I've never been any further west than Texas, so this will be all new for me, and for Spencer too! Prayers for traveling mercies and a calm baby on the plane are greatly appreciated. I can't wait to tell you all about our vacation! See ya on the flip side!

Aaaaaaannnnnnnnd GO!

Ok, so it's been a hot minute since I blogged last, partly because there's been so much going on, and partly because I've just been lazy and it's faster to update a Facebook status than it is to write out a blog. But Spencer is asleep and I have a few minutes to spare right now, so I figured I would give an overview of December and January.

My last blog told you all about our very unwelcome visitor...the flu. That ended about a week and a half before Christmas (Merry Christmas to us!) and we got to enjoy our first Christmas with Spencer and some much needed family time. First up on Christmas Eve we did the Bolt/Burns/Monie/Aunt Nancy Christmas at Mo and Papa's house. We had a GREAT time! Spencer got to see everybody, and got lots of presents. He got so many clothes, which was awesome because he's growing out of everything so fast. He also got tons of toys to play with...and by play, I mean put in his mouth. He also got a new book from cousins Kate and Nancy, which he also puts in his mouth. Ray got a lot of clothes too, and NEW DRESS SHOES!!! YAY!!! The soles of his old ones flapped with every step he took, so the new ones were much needed and MUCH appreciated. He does NOT put those in his mouth. I think I got the best of the night though. I got TWO COATS!!! One from Chuck and Emily, and one from Monie...one yellow and one pink! I was so excited! I asked for both, thinking they would pick one, but they picked both! I could not have been more thrilled. I also got a beautiful dress and some other knick knacks, none of which I put in my mouth. It was GREAT! But better than the gifts was spending time with the family. We had so much fun, and it was great for Spencer to experience that tradition for the first time. By the time we got home he was soooo tired he went right to sleep. It's a good thing too, because the next day held more fun!

Daddy had the camera.

Spencer playing with one of his many new toys!

Christmas day was so special. Spencer slept all night and woke up at about 8am. I went and got the camera, and Ray went in and got Spencer and brought him into the living room. We were much more excited than Spencer was at first. Eyes half open and looking like a zombie, Ray brought him to the tree to see all of his gifts. First were the ones from Santa! He got a gumball machine that when you push the handle down, balls roll down the inside and come out of the hole at the bottom, all while playing music. He LOVED it! He didn't want to stop playing with it. And by playing with it, I again mean putting it in his mouth. Next was his phone, which lights up and teaches letters and numbers. He loved this one too, and again, 'played' with it. Then came his presents from Mommy and Daddy, which were wrapped. He started 'playing' with them before they were even unwrapped! His first present was a bunch of links which were PERFECT for the way he likes to 'play' with his toys, yet not so perfect for Mommy who gets to clean up his toys. He also got a 'tool box' with blocks inside in different shapes and matching holes on the top for him to put them through. He hasn't 'played' with that one yet, but it's in our arsenal for when he gets tired of his old toys.

Spencer coming into the living room on his first Christmas!


Face plant!



He likes his phone!


He REALLY likes his phone!

Spencer opening his first present...sort of...

After everything was open and we played for a while, we had breakfast, and then Ray had to go to work...I know, BOO! Spencer and I headed over to my parents house to spend Christmas day with them. Much to our delight, Ray ended up getting off early, and we all got to spend most of the day together. That night we had dinner with my family and opened stockings and presents. For Christmas from my parents we all got a super awesome gift, a CRUISE!!! We set sail in March to the Mexican Riviera, and we couldn't be more excited! Spencer also got some clothes, a walker, and one of his favorite toys, a crinkle book. We ate, played games, and had a great time. Christmas was busy and fun, and it went by way too fast, but Spencer loved it. His first Christmas was perfect, and I can't wait until next year!

The cutest little boy in the world playing in his new walker!

After Christmas came what we thought was going to be a quiet New Years, but it just so happened that New Years Day was the day my dad came home from the hospital. He went in two days earlier with chest pains. The day after he was admitted they did a heart cath and found some blockages, one of which was 100%. We were blessed that he went in when he did, otherwise he would've suffered a likely fatal heart attack, and that's just not acceptable. Instead, they put in another stint, cleared the blockages, and now he's home and doing just fine. God is SO GOOD!

Soon after my dad came home, my mom decided she wanted some of the attention. She hasn't been feeling well for a while, so they finally decided to do a test on her gall bladder, and discovered that it needed to come out. The surgeon didn't have an opening for a consultation for two weeks, so she was going to have to wait to even SCHEDULE the surgery. By the end of that week, she had declined so rapidly that they decided to squeeze her in for a consultation the following Tuesday. They consulted, and scheduled the surgery for the following Monday, which was yesterday. The surgery went well, and she is now at home recovering.

As for the Bolt house, Spencer FINALLY cut his first tooth! He's been teething for what seems like the entirety of his life, and he finally broke one through his gum! His bottom left tooth made its debut Sunday January 24th after two very long days of screaming and chaos. Late Friday afternoon he started to get super fussy and refused to go to sleep. By nine o'clock, mommy was about to lose her mind. I decided to put out an S.O.S. on Facebook since many of my friends are mommies and daddies and have been through this before, or are going through it now. I got a few suggestions, but the one that worked was to lay him in his crib and turn on the hair dryer. I was skeptical at first because he already has a sound machine that plays white noise, so I didn't think the hairdryer would make any difference, but boy was I wrong. It took a few minutes, but he finally went to sleep. For two straight days, this was the only thing that would calm him enough to let him sleep...that and a Motrin drip. Now that the tooth is through, the screaming is done and life is back to normal, whatever that is!

We've had a rough couple of months, but the next few promise to be much better. First February, which brings a trip to Ohio to see my aunt and uncle. Next is March, which brings our second anniversary (WOW time flies) AND our CRUISE!!! April brings my birthday, and May hopefully brings my new niece or NEPHEW. Spencer wants a boy to play with...no pressure Molls!

2010 promises to be a GREAT year, and I can't wait to see how it unfolds!

We are as swine

It's 2:15 A.M. in the Bolt house, and my guys are finally resting, but I'm wide awake. Every little cough or moan coming from the nursery induces a burst of energy that causes me to jump up and run to Spencer's crib and make sure he's ok. And there are a LOT of moans and coughs...I may as well just set up camp in the glider for the night. It's been an excruciatingly long day of doctors appointments and prescription runs. The diagnosis: we all have the flu, type A, which can be a strain of seasonal flu, but is more commonly swine flu. The doctors won't bother to do further tests to confirm one or the other because the treatment is the same for both as long as it doesn't get out of hand. So here we are, holed up in our tiny house with our drugs and gatorade and chicken soup (thanks to my amazing mother-in-law) watching movies and listening to each other moan and groan. We're a pitiful bunch right now, and Spencer has the worst of it. The poor thing has moments when he's happy and smiling, but as soon as the Tamiflu kicks in or the Tylenol wears off, he's inconsolable. And two sick parents taking care of an even sicker 5 month old is incredibly difficult, but we're holding on. Yes we hurt, yes we feel like we've been run over by a truck, and yes we have our irritable moments, but we still have each other. I'm not sure if it was delirium, fever, sleep deprivation, or all of the above, but we had some great moments together today when we just laughed until we cried, or one of us started coughing up a lung. It's times like this when you're tested in so many ways, and you can either make the best of it or you can let it get the best of you. We're choosing to make the best of it. So what if we can't leave the house, that's just more time together. So what if we're so achey that sometimes we can't move, that just means more cuddle time on the couch. No, it's not a bed of roses, but it's not a bed of thorns either. And if our sweet little boy wasn't so sick, it would be 100% easier. But he is. And it's driving me crazy. I HATE it. He's been through so much already in his short little life, but Satan decides it's not enough, and throws this at him. But he's a fighter. That little boy is the toughest person I know. And we know that our God is bigger than ANY flu, swine or not. Ray and I tell each other all the time that we owe Spencer LOTS of ice cream for being so good when he's gone through so much, and this is adding to the debt. We've been blessed with such an amazing little boy, and I fall more in love with him every day. He gets that from his daddy :)

We're pitiful right now, but we'll come out of this stronger and closer. What Satan intends for evil in the people of God, God uses for His Glory. He is so much bigger than this, and we're trusting in Him to bring us through. All of that being said, prayers are greatly appreciated! The more warriors fighting this battle the worse the defeat for Satan! To God be the Glory. He is SO GOOD!

My Main Man

So, my sweet little boy is 3 months old now! It's been a while since I've posted, and things are going so well! Spencer has had no episodes since we got him home, and hopefully we'll be able to get him off of the monitor soon! My sweet boy is sitting in my lap right now laughing and cooing at the screen as I type! He's incredible, and being his mommy is the coolest thing in the world!

Since I last posted, Ray has gotten a job, which he starts tomorow, and I no longer have a job...not a paying job anyways...my new title is full time wife and mommy! It's my dream job, and I couldn't ask for more. This smiling, drooling chunky monkey in my arms is my pride and joy and spending every day with him is the best possible scenario! I love my new life, and I thank God for his blessings that lead to this point.

Today was a very special day for our family. It's my mom's birthday, as well as our Uncle Charlie, but most importantly it's the day we dedicated our little man to the Lord. Papa Campbell performed the dedication, and we had lots of family there to share in such a sweet moment. It was so precious, and we are committed to raising Spencer in the Fear and Admonition of the Lord. We will teach him the Holy Word of God and train him in the way that he should go. I'm so excited about raising our little boy and watching him grow into a man of God. As his personality begins to come through, it's exciting to know that soon he will begin to learn and understand the principles and commandments that we live our lives by daily. As exciting as it is, it's also scary, but we've had such great examples in our parents and will continue to heed advice and wisdom from those who brought us to where we are today. This life is a new adventure, and we're taking it head on! The Bolts are in business, and it's gonna be a great ride!

FINALLY!

Well, as you can tell, it's been a while since I've updated my blog. A lot has happened since the last time I wrote, so I figured I'd take the time to fill everyone in while I have a second...and those are few and far between these days!

We'll start 9 weeks ago...I went to work on Thursday morning, and it was a relatively normal day, except I noticed that my feet were swelling more than normal. By lunch time my shoes were overflowing...not pretty or comfortable...when I got back from my lunch break I decided to take my shoes off to give my feet some room to breathe, and I left them off for the rest of the day. By 5 o'clock, I started to feel light headed and nauseous. When we finally got to leave at 5:45, my shoes would no longer fit. I had to walk to the car barefoot, and I had a difficult drive home. When I got home I called the doctor and waited on a call back...but that call never came. I went to bed that night and woke up the next day...still no call...so I got up and got ready for work, and on my way decided to call the doctor back. Needless to say, they were pretty angry that I hadn't received a call back, and I was assured someone would call me back within 20 minutes. A few minutes after arriving at work I received a phone call, and was ordered to immediately come in. When I got to the office, my blood pressure was elevated and my feet looked like they belonged to a 500 pound man. The doctor took a look at everything and informed me that I would not be returning to work...WOW...I didn't know what to think. My mind was racing. Part of me was glad because the stress was becoming overwhelming, but the other part of me was terrified over the logistics of the situation. Would we be able to afford it? How was Ray going to react? How was work going to react? All of these thoughts no doubt had the opposite effect of the intention of the doctors orders...I was now stressed beyond belief and my blood pressure was no doubt higher than before. The uncertainty of the situation was disconcerting, but in the back of my mind I knew God was in control...and boy was he. He has taken such great care of us. He has been our provider and our comforter, and kept both Spencer and I in good health through the end of the pregnancy. Ray handled it way better than I thought he would. He was super supportive and let me know that his only concern was my health and that of Spencer. He's amazing...I'm so blessed...

Six weeks later, we were at my due date...and no Spencer in sight. At this point, I'm willing to do ANYTHING to get him out of me! Once we hit the due date, we began daily walks and similar tactics to try and move things along...and nothing happened. Monday, 3 days after my due date, I had a doctors appointment. The doctor checked my cervix, and I wasn't dilated in the slightest...my cervix was doing NOTHING. I was bummed, but there was light at the end of the tunnel...they went ahead and scheduled my induction for Friday...so regardless, I'd have a baby by the weekend...YESSSS!!!!

On Tuesday, Ray and I went to my parents new house to help them paint. The day went by uneventfully, and Ray and I made plans to spend the next day together as or last day before the kiddo was to arrive...but we would never get the chance. We crawled in bed at around 11, and I noticed an unusual sensation in my lower abdomen...these unusual sensations were coming about every 10 minutes...not wanting to alarm anyone, I decided to just ignore it and try to sleep. I woke up at about 5 in the morning on Wednesday to some more intense sensations that I was now sure were labor contractions. At this point they were about 8 minutes apart, so I decided to let Ray in on the excitement. I woke him up and told him that Spencer wasn't going to wait until Friday...and he was ecstatic! We continued to time the contractions, but they never got closer together. Eventually we both fell asleep again, and woke up a few hours later to even more intense contractions, but they still weren't closer together. We continued to time them throughout the day, waiting on the coveted 5 minute lag, but it never came. We decided to go to my parents house and walk on the golf course in an attempt to move things along. After 4 hours of walking, the contractions were about 7 minutes apart, and I was in the worst pain of my life. But since they weren't 5 minutes apart yet, and not wanting to seem like a wimp, we didn't go to the hospital. We went home and continued to time and wait. Around midnight, I decided to call the doctor on call and get her opinion. She told me that since I was scheduled to be induced on Friday anyways, to come on in and they'd get me comfortable and go ahead with the induction in the morning (it would be Thursday morning). So we packed it up and headed to the hospital! We were so excited that we'd soon have a baby in our arms!

We got to the hospital and were admitted at 1 o'clock. They put the monitors on me and began to monitor my contractions and Spencer's heartbeat during the contractions...and that brought some alarming information...his heart rate was plummeting during contractions. They immediately put me on oxygen and moved me into a labor and delivery room and called in the doctor. She came in and saw the monitor readings and decided to check me, break my water, and attach a monitor to his head in order to more accurately see what was going on. That was the most painful thing I have ever gone through. WOW. I'll spare you the awful details, but all of that is done by hand...OUCH. Anyways, when she broke my water, they saw that there was meconium in the amniotic fluid...again, not good. She attached the monitor and said she'd give it five minutes, and if his condition didn't improve, we'd be looking at an emergency c-section. WHAT??? I couldn't believe those words just came out of her mouth...I was in shock. I told Ray to call our parents and let them know. About 3 minutes later she gave the word...we were going to have a c-section. His heartrate wasn't improving. I was scared, upset, devastated, and heartbroken. My parents weren't there, and I was told that we couldn't wait for them to get there...we had to go now. So I put on my strong face and smiled at Ray, and tried to concentrate on the fact that we'd have a baby in our arms sooner than we expected.

The rest of the morning seems like a blur. I was prepped for surgery, Ray came in, our son came out, he was BEAUTIFUL. They sewed me up and moved me to recovery. I remember seeing my parents there, and Ray came in and told me how perfect our son is, then they gave me a shot of morphine before moving me into my room, and I don't remember much after that, except holding my sweet boy for the first time...he really was perfect...so handsome...I was head over heels in love IMMEDIATELY.

As many of you know, as we were getting ready to leave on Sunday, some really scary things took place. Because I've already hogged the computer writing this much, and Ray is itching to check his Facebook, I'll have to tell that story later. Just know that now everything is fine and my little man is absolutely healed. God has been so good to us even through the trials that Satan has tried to throw at us. By trusting in Him, we've come out on the other side stronger than we ever knew we could be. To God be all the Glory...He is AWESOME!

More to come later...