Yes, my kiddies are the "cough till you barf" kind ... both of them, red faced, coughing so hard till they throw up ... weird really that they both do that. Grace has another cold now and just had a little "ctyb" episode in the basement. It's horribly sad, their little faces ... I can do all the back patting and offering something to drink, but it isn't better till they barf.
The funk sure is going around ... time of year, the chill in the air, the middle school germies I am sure to be bringing home daily. I can get sick and the kids can ... but if Caloy does ... shoot, the world is surely coming to an end. Why are men such weiners when they get sick? Unreal. He is not sick now, but now that I have written this, sure enough he will be sick tomorrow morning ... I better find some wood and knock on it.
Thank you Lord for soft kleenex to wipe my baby girl's raw nose, thank you for Matthew and his quick observation ... "Mom, Grace has boobers!" ... (part of me thinks, ahhh, yes she does, and so does mommy, then I realize he means booGers!) and I will thank you Lord IN ADVANCE for my husband and his health, for his clear lungs and nose. Please don't let him get sick! Amen.
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