All these sicknesses that have been circling us like wolves have finally closed in. Ry came home from school with dull eyes and no appetite. Pretty quick she couldn't move off the couch and was coughing coughing coughing. It moved onto Dax and we spent all of Sunday laying on couches and watching movies. Seriously, those kids didn't move at all except to ask for another movie. My brain is a jumble of My Little Pony and Avengers. Although it's a good thing those kids can compromise. Littlest brother has been a bright spot, jumping, laughing and not being even the tiniest bit of sick. We'll see how long that lasts.
We awoke to this bright and shiny and bitterly cold Monday. Ry wasn't going to school anyway, but her bus driver called to tell us it is cancelled. For what reasons, I'm not sure. Yes, it's cold, but only like -24. I remember driving her to the bus one morning in kindergarten at -32. I'll never complain about a legitimate missing school day. Everyone is feeling much better today, they've moved from the couch to the floor in front of the fireplace; reading, playing legos, and staying warm. Ry even helped me make a present for her "boyfriend's" birthday. They have known each other since birth and are in love. Sadly, they've reached the no hugging point, which has always been pretty dang cute. He's such a sweetheart and will be eight years old tomorrow. Which makes me realize that my babe, the original one, will be eight years old in a month and a half. What? How is she this old and (supposedly) responsible? She will be baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints the day after her birthday. While I'm not excited to be the old mother of a baptized child, I am so looking forward to this. And so is she. We've been having discussions and talking a lot about what it means to be a part of this church and the promises we make with Heavenly Father, but I'm not sure how much she is grasping this. Anyone have good ideas? I want her baptism to be meaningful.
Since she's growing up so fast I'll just have to keep this one little for as long as I can.
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We're two pas in a pod. My littles are sick, too. Only mine don't want to do anything but cry and be held. Mama bear needs a break!
-26. I'm cold even thinking about it.
And little Rylee, is almost eight?!? Seriously? That
Blows my mind! I love baptisms. I know hers Will be beautiful and special.
Oh man, there is just so much sickness going around! I've got a sicky at my house too and I'm sure they'll be more in the days to come! Glad to know that yours are on the mend! Wow, I just can't believe how fast they are growing up, I mean, Peyton is a little boy now...and Rylee being baptized! Crazy! You are old! (j/k) Good luck and hope everyone gets feeling better really soon!
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