Today is so much better than yesterday. I slept well and Caleb had another great day. He hung out at home. He slept well, with me beside him no less. Off to school he went! He was excited too, he asked me to fix his hair..so cute. Thank you GOD!!!! I still run to him to feel for fever like a mad woman but I'm sure I'll get over that. His poor little hands and arms are all bruised up. Poor guy. He doesn't say much just points them out to me, 'that's where they gave me shots!' he says. I love him.
Cohen has been, dare I say, GREAT! No bad reports from school, he does great at home. Fingers crossed, he is over whatever his problem was. He is growing up. Boo hoo. He LOVES to see the deer come up at night. It's his new favorite thing. He will get everyone to the windows and sit there quietly as long as they are eating. He will whisper 'baby deer eat karn (corn), baby jump way (away)' he loves them. And I love him.
Kinley is growing up too. She has now figured out how to sit up from her army crawling position. She does the splits and walks herself up to a sitting position. It is so funny! I'm going to get her on film asap. She learned to do this over the weekend, while Caleb and I were in the hospital. Stinker! She has been giving lots of lovin' lately, I hope she isn't getting sick! I don't need anymore SICK!!! She was sleeping this morning with her bottom in the air so I ran and got the camera, snapped a picture and woke her up. She rolled over and smiled at me, that sweet sleepy little smile. Oh, she is so edibly sweet! I love her.
As for me, I'm feeling much better today. Not so weepy and sad. I still haven't figured out what my deal is but I think it's passing. Thank you LORD for that! I hate being that way. Feel like a bawl bag wuss....girl!
And Bubba, I'm sure he feels a bit neglected lately, understandably so. I miss him. I've been so caught up in sick kids and such that I feel like I haven't seen him in ages. I plan to make up for it...soon. I love him!!!
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