Thursday, April 27, 2006
Our poor 3 yo is S-I-C-K
I was finishing up my workout last night at around 10:30 p.m. (Yesterday was a tad busy!) when two of my dds rush into the room to tell me our 3 yo had just thrown up. They told me they would take care of him. I got off my stepper and tried to mop off all of that icky sweat (EWW!) as quickly as I could. Before I could say "Jiminy Cricket!" they had him bathed and resting comfortably on the couch with his favorite orange shirt on (the one with the pocket- you know how kiddies love pockets), his favorite monkey stuffed animal, his favorite baby doll, his beanie Clifford, a sippy cup of Ice Ouha (water), books, and his Captain Feathersword.
I think I may need to pray for his future wife. She is going to have a man who is used to being pampered :o).
I am blessed to have such sweet dds!
Poor little one was up most of the night with coughing and fever. Praying for a quick recovery as we are leaving in less than 48 hours!!
Oh, and in case you are wondering what dh was doing during all of this he was fixing a leak in his radiator (Yes, at 10:30 at night). It's been quite the happening week!