So much has been going on lately, I've hardly had time to sit still, much less blog. Little man has now moved into his big bed...and it was def. harder for me than him. We just decided it was time, or you could say it needed to be time since he no longer could stretch out or turn over in his mini me. We thought he wouldn't do good, but after two nights of getting up at 3 and 4 he has slept all night every night since then. We are so blessed with such a good baby.

Unfortunately little man came down with Bronchiolitis this past weekend and an ear infection. I know he felt terrible but little man just kept smiling. We figured his cough was just a regular day care baby cough, but when it wasn't getting any better we took him to the doctor, and I'm glad we did. He is now on antibiotics and is acting like he feels so much better. This weekend we also went to the Wentzky family reunion. Fun times to see/meet so many people i didn't know, but Joe had lots of fun learning about the history of it all. This picture below shows us after the reunion.

Well tomorrow is the day. We go back to the Pediatric Urologist tomorrow to find out about the plan for little man's kidney. It's a day I've been dreading, and looking forward to for a while now. I'm looking forward to it because I'm such a planner, and I like to know something and have a plan. We've been in the "watching" stage for a while. I'm dreading it because if they tell me they are going to take the kidney, it will be scary for everyone...but mostly Joe and I. Tonight getting Joseph ready to take a bath, Joe and I laid down beside him on the bed, and I said a prayer out loud for him. I first off thanked God for little man, and for the happiness he's brought to Joe and I. I next asked God to be with us tomorrow. The hardest part of my prayer was asking for peace. I know that I could just ask God for what I wanted, but he already knows the outcome. If they tell us tomorrow that they are going to take the kidney, I pray for peace about it. And if they tell us they are going to watch it for a little bit longer, I pray peace. And if they aren't going to do anything, I pray for peace. The plan for my baby will be God's will, and I have no doubt about that....but why does it have to be so hard to have peace about it?! Through out this ordeal with Little Man, I just want peace and I want to praise him....whatever his decision is!

So if you have an extra moment, pray for this little guy, and peace for his parents...