Mush



Today was a mixed bag.

I got a call right after 9 a.m. from the girls' school telling me Reese had thrown up on the bus.

Yikes.

That poor child has vomited more in the past few weeks than I did when I was pregnant.

Well, almost.

Anyway, long story but my good friend Cindy Jones had to go pick up the sickie for me

since Kean was still asleep and Byron had my car for the morning with the car seat.

Reesey must just have some stomach bug.  It is not her strep back, thank goodness.

The challenge, once again has been keeping a very bored and needy little girl separated

from Kean-- who by the way, was very lethargic today.  And not very interested in eating.

I'm oh, so hoping, he is not getting sick too.

(He seemed good at bedtime though)

I tell you, this roller coaster of trying to keep everyone in this house healthy, and especially Kean

is exhausting.

If you remember last night, a group of my friends pitched in to send me for an 80 minute massage and spa

pedicure for my birthday.

They had set it up for today-- and in spite of all the drama at Casa Barker, Calene Borup and her

daughter, Chelsea still wanted me to go.

They held down the fort...

while I was pampered and turned into the equivalent of jello.

It was heaven and I worked very hard to

1.  stay awake

2.  not think about Cancer for even a moment.

 I also have some pretty cute toes, even though it is fr-fr-freezing here.

Byron took the two "non-sick" girls up to McCall this evening.

They are staying in a cabin with our good friends, the Cook's.

Tomorrow they will snowmobile into the Burgdorf hot springs

and go swimming.

Lucky dogs.

This has been one of our all time favorite traditions.

I'm just so glad Byron still took the girls even though half of our family

had to stay home.

We are trying to keep our lives as normal as possible

in spite of our uninvited long term caller-- wicked Mister Cancer.

Time (and the counseling bills our children turn over to us) will tell

how well we have succeeded.