Yawn.
A lot has happened since I wrote last night.
Kean was up-- quite miserable -- from 1:30 to 6 a.m.
Which means I was up with him.
Poor little guy was still feverish but not high enough to earn a trip to the hospital.
He did earn a bath and mom and dad getting to wash bedding and his clothes
in the middle of the night (ick) but by morning he was starving
(good sign) and the fever was all but gone.
The way I look at it is what a gift.
We didn't end up in the Emergency Room-- so that gives
us much to be thankful for.
Especially Reese. When he started throwing up last night,
she burst into tears, ran and hid in her room.
My sensitive girl lives in fear of us leaving her for the hospital again.
Even though Kean is not feeling great, I had a wonderful day.
My friend, Calene kidnapped me for lunch where we joined
8 of our friends for a long, leisurely lunch.
Three of us were celebrating birthdays.
Then this evening, the Bodily's offered to watch Kean
and Byron's mom took all of us out for dinner.
Yum-- ribs!
Byron's mom leaves us tomorrow to head back to Montana.
What a treat it has been to have her here for the holidays.
Thank you for all of your prayers for Kean
and birthday wishes for me.
It means so much.
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