Right now as I blog, I am listening to my daughter bark in the other room. No, she's not immitating the puppies, she's got the croup. And we are on day 3 of such madness. What a yucky thing to have! Every time the poor girl coughs, she gets huge alligator tears because it hurts. She's a trooper, though, as long as you don't put her down or ask her to eat. Although she feels rotten, I think she feels better than the last time we battled this junk since she hasn't had any fever. So that has been dominating my days...
Now for the funny kids stuff... Since we stayed home from church today so as not to spread the love, Emory got to witness thunder for the first time this morning. I really can't remember if she's ever heard it, or if she did it didn't seem to impact her. This morning's shower got quite frisky at our house and after a particularly deep rumble of thunder her eyes got really big and she looked at me wide-eyed. When I asked her, "What was that?" She grinned and said, "Dada, home." Any of you who have ever heard the little red truck approaching know how apt that description is!
And, my good friend Robin and her little girl Katie come to see us for a bit this weekend. Katie is 2 months younger than Emory, which puts her in the category of "baby" which Emory happily reminded Katie of every chance she got. It was really cute. Robin is one of those great friends I can go months without seeing and then when we do get to see each other, we pick right back up where we left off. It was fun being pregnant with her and having girls so close together (they even have the exact same initials!). Sad for me, she is more dilligent than I in adding arrows to her quiver. However, we can't wait to meet Baby Stevens #3 this fall. Who knows, maybe we'll even "catch up"! Robin is always so good for my perspective as a mother, wife, woman. Being the most incredibly laid back person I know, she keeps me from taking life way too seriously. Got to love a friend who can remind you to cool it! I used to enjoy my pre-married sleepovers in Starkville when Robin and I would share the bed she normally shared with her husband. We would stay up way too late, getting to know each other, hearing great stories about my hubby-to-be, and just being silly.
Hope everyone's Sabbath rest was just that - rest. If I get any more rest, I might just go stark raving mad. Cabin fever's a settin in! Next post - just for you, Renie - how Mr. Wonderful proposed.