We just keep getting pooped on!!!!!

My ob appointment was fine yesterday.  Measuring exactly where I should be and the dr did not say anything about my weight gain….(which is always good)… I did not mention the fact that I have been eating a kid’s sonic cheeseburger for the last 3 days in a row for breakfast (yes you read it right breakfast)…and that Jude my 4 year old who is honest to a fault had made several comments about my growing backside.   Jude who was laid up in my bed last Friday morning at 7am eating chocolate covered peanuts that he had found in our pantry that needs to be cleaned out…was watching me get ready for work in our bathroom standing there in my maternity pants and I heard a raspy loud voice say…. “oh my…..your butt looks HUGE in those” where I swiftly replied that if he keeps laying in bed eating chocolate covered peanuts his butt will look just like mine.  Glad we Driskells are thick skinned.  Lol  So back to always getting pooped on.  With everything going on with Jasper it does feel like we have gotten “pooped on” quite a bit here lately but I thought I would take things to a lighter note.  So this morning Jim opens the front door and he yells “Sabrina you have got to come see this.”  So I just can’t imagine what is going on….I yell back “what is it”…He insist that I just have to come immediately.  I have mentioned that thru this whole journey we have just been surrounded by the most carrying and supportive friends.  Well a few weeks ago we return home after church and yellow flowers greeted us in our freshly groomed flower beds which were running a little rampid with weeds and grass when we had left that morning.  Two of our sweet neighbors had come over to our house while we were at church and planted them to brighten our day.  They were beautiful and just the thoughtfulness and generousity made me weep.   So thanks for making us feel so special.  Anyway I was standing in my bathroom thinking I just don’t know what else someone could do to top those awesome flowers???  So puzzled I ran to the front door to see what was going on and there I found Jim, Jude, and Chayse standing on the sidewalk looking down.  So what to my wondering eyes did appear…… but a big pile of horse poop…in the middle of our yard.  So as we all stand there confused wondering how and the heck this happened…Jude spoke up and said “Dad….I am not cleaning that up”.  He usually helps Jim with our backyard clean up from our two boxers and I guess this is where he draws the line.  So we still are not quite sure how the poop got there...maybe another neighbor thought they would help with fertilizer??? but like I have said before we have tried to find laughter throughout this whole ordeal and by gosh if we don’t find it ourselves apparently laughter will find us…in the form of a big pile of horse poo.  Have a great Easter!!