... I discovered my love for tomato juice {soOoo yummy}
... I had dinner made before I even ate lunch {soup in the crock pot!}
... It was a beautiful sunny day ... but so so so cold {14 degrees}
... Collin came out of school so proud that he could make an "L" with his hands
... Sophie came out of school reading her book {she read the whole way home and after we got home!}
... I took a nap on the couch
... Logan went back to flying {how will I ever survive?}
... Ruby learned how to work Netflix all by herself {thats right people, she's two!}
... Sophie talked us all into doing a craft for Groundhogs Day {it's tomorrow!}
... I actually got out my camera and took some pictures {grin!}
... I read my book
... I listened to my children play together
... I listened to my children fight with each other
... I washed 3 heads of hair
... I listened to my husband read stories to the kids
... I ate milk and cookies!
This time around it is Collin. I am sure everyone else will soon follow. Although I hope not. I have been to the doctors 4 times in 2 weeks. And filled 4 prescriptions.
I have resorted to writing a medicine schedule down for each kid ... so as not to forget when the last dose was give and to whom it was given to. And the kids hate taking medicine. With the exception of Ruby. She calls hers "princess medicine" because it is pink and tastes so yummy. She would take it all day if I let her.
Because we are sick ... and spend our day following a medicine schedule so to speak, we have been spending all of our time at home. Expect for Sophie. She still goes to school and gets to enjoy the freedom of leaving the house!
Play dough! Or Model Magic if you want to get technical. We just call it play dough. It was genius really. At first I only had the attention of the younger two ... but upon seeing what great things could be created, Sophie soon was enjoying herself as well.
We were kept busy for at least an hour. And I put off getting dinner ready and played right along with them. It was perfect. It is times like this when I wonder if having sick kids is really all that bad.
Until I get woken up 476 times that night ... then I long for my kids to be healthy again!
