It’s basically inevitable. I take my baby in for a WELL-BABY check-up at the doctor’s office, and a few days later BAM! We get sick. (Do the words, “please don’t touch your face” not mean ANYTHING to my children???)
Oh well. On a day of horrific colds with coughing and snorkeling everywhere, I am thankful for the extra snuggle time, for the good attitudes my kids had in spite of feeling yucky, and…
…that Thomas found a comfortable place to take a nap…
(that’s our kitchen floor, right in front of the dishwasher)
…Marie found ways to have fun…
…the “snack of choice” was a bowlful of frozen broccoli…
…and that a very sweet baby found comfort in the sounds and smells of the kitchen as Mommy cooked supper, and took her longest nap of the day.
For whatever it’s worth, “Don’t touch your face.” doesn’t mean diddley at my house either. Nor does “Use a kleenex.” or “Pick that up.”
Don’t you just love the days when you say something to them and there isn’t even evidence that the sound of you voice caused neurons to fire?
Ahhh…..the joys….mine are late for Morning Prayers this morning….
Oh darn, I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well! Praying you all get over it quickly! Sweet angels!
Aw, I hope you guys all feel better soon!