Sugar, Spice and all Things Nice - Etsy Treasury

My beautiful baby niece, Gabby, is in the hospital. She has a severe case of RSV, respiratory syncytial virus. Today is her 5th day in the PICU, pediatric intensive-care unit. She is still hooked up to a ventilator and heavily sedated. It is so heartbreaking to see her like this. I'm not a crier, but this past week I have shed a lot of tears.

Her condition is, very slowly, improving. There isn't much you can do besides wait, hope and pray during times like this. Her nurses have been fantastic and my whole family has gathered to watch over and support Gabby and my sister.

My thoughts and my heart are with my niece right now. In honor of her and all the things she loves, I have made her an Etsy Treasury. I imagined her happy smiling face with every item I placed in it. It made me smile too.

Please check out Gabby's, Sugar, Spice and all Things Nice Treasury on Etsy and leave her a get well message. Thank you to everyone who has been thinking and praying for her and our family over the past week. 

Get well soon Gabby, Auntie loves you!

Visit Gabby's, Sugar, Spice and all Things Nice, Treasury on Etsy - http://etsy.me/gVUX3t

Damsel in Distress

I don't often ask for help. I'm one of those I can do it myself kind of girls. Unless my husband is around, then I make sure he takes care of all the "boy" jobs. Which is exactly why I found myself needing to ask for help yesterday.

I have a slow leak in one of the tires on my car. I noticed that it was looking really low. I use to know how to change my own tires, but after being with my husband for 11 years and deferring all the "boy" jobs, I don't even remember how to properly fill my tires with air. Pathetic I know.

On the way to my doctors appointment I stopped for gas. I decided that I was going to have to ask someone to help me. The perfect guy just happened to be there. A police officer. Who could be better, right? Isn't his job to help people? I was like a little kitten stuck in a tree, and there was my hero.

I asked him to help and he told me to meet him by the air machine when I was done pumping my gas. Perfect. I was so relieved, until the asshole drove away! Yeah, that's right, the guy got in his car and drove away. What the hell happened to, "to protect and serve"?