Preventative Measures

Mat and I were thinking last night that our throats were sort of dry. It led us to think that we too might be getting sick!

I took action and did the bizarre! My friend gave me the wonder medicine, Air Born, invented by a teacher and my neighbor says she eats a whole clove of garlic when symptoms are starting to occur. I did both. That's right, I swigged back a glass of carbonate herbs and I wrapped a slice of bread around a fresh, raw, clove of garlic.

It's what happened afterwords, that brought our marriage to whole other tolerant level. I reeked! I brushed, rinsed, flossed, gargled, brushed and rinsed again, but I S-T-U-N-K, STUNK (sounds better when you say it with a southern, twangy, accent)--BAD. Mat was trying to be kind and gentle, "Dang! Try gargling or something?" "I can smell it over here." "That smells going to be with you for a few days." You better believe it! You should have seen our attempt for a goodbye kiss this morning when he went off to work.

It's best that I nor Gretchen go out today. Unless you need protection from vampires?

Update on Greti, she started to stir around 2AM this morning and I went in to lay by her. Finally, at 3AM she asks, "Is it breakfast yet? I'm kind of hungry." I sprang out of bed! She eats! She is eating! This is good! Just a little bit of food, but at least there is some glucose in her.

Round 2

Miss Gretchen is ill today with nausea and THE FEVER (it deserves all caps because it spreads like the wild fires in Southern California)! Healthy yesterday, laid out on the couch the next. Where's the break? Becket had it two weeks ago and now Miss Gretch. I thought we were done, but it looks like we are going to take another round of this. I feel bad for her. She hasn't really eaten all day. I check on her periodically, give her a few strokes to the forehead, but that is about all I can do.
On a positive note, I did clean and organize all the toys and the food storage; that was putting on it's own balancing act. I kind of feel achy, but I believe that is due to lifting from my back not my knees.

Cleaver to the fever! Cleaver to the fever! Cleaver to the fever! Cleaver to the fever! Cleaver to the fever! Cleaver to the fever!

Happy Sunday

Hope your weekend was good.

Ba, Ba, Ba, Ba, Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

The Boy turned 6! He is still older, faster, somewhat smarter, firster, and a hot luncher, before his sisters. He loves his new status!

Happy Birthday Becket!



I remember it was an abnormal 72 degree weather day in Pennsylvania. Leaves were blowing in the wind, and I was nothing but happy.

Our little Burrito, as Dad called it!--His favorite picture of you, he swaddled you himself.


Tired then, like I am tired now (in a good way)



Proud of you then, like he is proud now



Unique then, like you are unique now