Sickies

This Sunday, we went to a little Super Bowl Party with our friend Jon and his girl, Sesi. We had a lovely time. Sesi made a wonderful homemade salsa, and the game was very exciting. The Steelers won their sixth superbowl, woohoo! Go Steelers! I do care, a little bit. It's in my blood.

Boo and Julius came with us, and Olivia stayed with Nan. Lee was worried that Jon's place was too small to contain Olivia. She had a nice time with Nan, anyway.

When we got back to Olivia on Monday (my heart missed her every second we were away), she was sick. She had a fever and had slept much of the day after shopping with Nan and Aunt Mary.

We went to my mom's on Tuesday, Olivia still had a bit of a fever. I am really hoping we didn't get anybody sicker. Normally I would have kept them home, but I was very anxious to see my Sarah. She is in town for two weeks before heading out to Bolivia to work in the orphanage. Her husband is already "over there" or as the kids say "at war". If you think of it, say a prayer for our Uncle Curtis. We want him safe and happy, and to come home to Aunt Sarah as soon as possible. Curtis, if you get to read this, the kids and I pray for you daily.

Tuesday night, I got caught up on everything: homework, dishes, and emptying by hand the dank water that was in the washer. The broken washer. Dirty wash water is DISGUSTING. But all that grunt work broke through my funk and I am done with the whole moody thing I was doing all weekend.

Now it's Wednesday. Now it's Julius who has the fever. Poor little man has been in arms and nursing all day. I am so glad that we are still nursing, because there is nothing better for a sick baby. Nursing babies basically never get dehydrated because nursing is their comfort, and they will drink until they fall asleep. Mama and baby can both rest peacefully.