Daytona 500

Quite and eventful week here in our home.

Lars talked about his head all week, saying "noodle hurt" and pointing to his bruise. He has been adding new words to his vocab every day. "MOVE" being the most prominent, as he tries to walk through you to get somewhere.

Eden is starting to get anxious for race season, asking me every other day, "When will it be the races?" As I write this, we are all sitting on the couch watching the currently red flagged Daytona 500. I keep telling her it'll be after the baby is born, which leads to the next question, "When did you say the new baby will come out of your belly?" to which I answer, "When it's time to plant flowers in the spring". Often, this is followed by the question, "Can we go buy some flowers?"

We had eye appointments on Monday and all passed with flying colors. Eden claimed that she was very brave, even though she fought tooth and nail and cried through the eye drops to dilate her eyes. After that, she was somewhat uncooperative and ornery, but walked out saying, "I was such a good girl, wasn't I mommy?" I guess 'good' is a relative term.
Al was busy this week, even with no confirmation class on Wednesday. Lots going on in the church. We ended up taking a quick trip to SB to run errands while he had somebody to visit at the hospital. He also had a meeting Friday and Saturday in Casper, so was gone overnight then.

Naturally, I developed a sore throat and was up all night Wednesday night, and sat around doing nothing all day Thursday, trying to determine whether or not I felt better. I went to choir, but got called away  in the middle of it.

Another endless night Thursday night, refilling the vaporizer every two hours, coughing my lungs up, taking Sudafed every four, downing 3 bottles of water and running to the potty every hour. Oh yeah, I forgot about the house fire two blocks away.

Friday, minus the huge kink in my neck, I thought I felt better. The preacher left for Casper and I helped Laura take a bunch of 9 year olds, plus my two, to SB for Kyra's bowling B-day party. Other than driving, I'm not sure I was much help. Came back for pizza at her house, sat around talking to Mark while Laura did all the work in the kitchen. Ate, had cake and left for home. Eden was not happy that she couldn't stay for the sleep over. I told her I would be lonely, because Daddy was gone. She understood this to mean that I wanted somebody to sleep in my bed, so here comes Eden with a bunch of baby dolls, blankets for each, her blanket, a few bottles and her pink pillow. Needless to say, I didn't sleep any that night either.

Saturday morning, the preacher called from Casper, sick and in bed in the hotel, lonely and un-medicated. I tried to feel sorry for him, but it was tough, being sick myself and home alone with two kids. His revelation was that he'd never leave me home alone sick with the children. I hope he's reading this because now it's in writing.

I don't plan to do much today, but we might wander out for some fresh air in a bit. Or maybe take a nap.

I'm hoping by tomorrow to be completely human again, but I make no guarantees. Having a cold and being pregnant is the pits, there are so little drugs you can take safely.

Despite the illness, the sun is shining and all is well.