And it comes to our house...

I am not sure why there is a connection to having tickets to see Wicked and children getting the barfs. But apparently, there is one. Lucky for us, our tickets are for tomorrow and Carolyn barfed today. Or, in her words, "I was choking." While cleaning up what I thought would be the first of many gross messes, I decided I didn't think I could leave her home sick tomorrow. But, I have a fabulous babysitter who just happens to be Carolyn's aunt and who insists I go. At first I was hesitant, but that one incident is all we've had so far. We are being very cautious because she's complained of her stomach hurting, but no more barfing. She just needs extra loves. In fact, Jeremy is sleeping in her room as I type this. Wish us luck. Or actually send all your well wishes to Blake. I would really appreciate it if this skipped him by.

One last thing: I was trying to sing Carolyn some songs to help her relax and fall asleep tonight. I asked what she wanted me to sing, fully prepared to belt out verse after verse of her usual request, Chandler's World. But today when I asked she responded with "Child of God." It really touched me because I sang her that song every night for months before bed, long before she could talk well enough to ask for songs. We quit because Carolyn can't just do one song (or story, or hug, etc.) and so the singing of that song is very sporadic now. I didn't even know she knew its name.

Sick days

What do your sick days look like? Ours look like this:


with this--


on a continuous loop. Get me out of Elmo's World!!

No new pictures in this post...

It has been a long time since I've posted pictures of Carolyn. Well, prepare to wait awhile more. I found out this week it is harder to take care of a healthy child while sick than a sick child while healthy. Plus, to top it off. I am feeling mostly better, and Carolyn has caught the bug. Tomorrow we fly off to Alaska. Feel sorry for all the other people on the plane with us.

Again?

We took Carolyn in today to make sure she wasn't overly dehydrated from the stomach flu that she's been fighting for the past couple of days. While in, they said it was about a month ago she was in for croup. Are you kidding me? It was actually 4 weeks? In my mind, it went something like sick for 2 weeks, well for Halloween and my birthday, and then sick the next day. It's amazing the tricks your mind can play on you. Hopefully this will pass from our house quickly. It has now struck me, but I really hope Jeremy can avoid it. He's the only one holding us together right now.