The Barfs – that’s where we’ve been this past weekend. We counted 30 throw-ups. Ben is the only one that didn’t join the party. Saturday and Sunday we just took our turns throwing up and being blahh. Monday and Tuesday were recovery days:
and NOW I am happy to be back in civilization and almost caught up on laundry. This will go in the books as our worst family sickness to date.
Tonight we got home after 9pm from a church activity and wanted to get the kids right to bed since it’s a school night and they were all tired. We sent the kids to get pajamas on and brush teeth and meet us in the loft. Ben and I got Ray and Millie ready for bed and I had just 30 seconds before we’d all be ready for family prayer so I grabbed Millie and tried to put her to bed. As we walked into the room I noticed she had her eye on all of the kids on the love sac. But I knew she was tired so I put her in bed and SHE WENT CRAZY. She was mad and screamed her mad cry so I grabbed her out and broyght her for family prayer. We had prayer and gave hugs and THEN she went right down with a smile on her face! Isn’t that amazing! She is only 1 but she knows our routine and wants to be a part of it.
