This is just about our lives - four cats, two kids, a musician and a preacher.
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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
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Monday, October 31, 2005
My Dad has been reminding me that I need to write down the funny things that my son says. Nathan cracks us all up, especially my Dad.
We've all had this awful virus - it starts with a headache and then the fever hits. Both kids had already passed it around, and I thought that we were on the mend last weekend. So we went ahead and drove to Mom's for our photography session. Not a wise move. By dusk, we were all in a bad way. I packed up the van to head for home.
Nathan woke up halfway home with the headache. Poor guy. He was in the backseat crying "My head! Make my head stop hurting!" I told him we'd stop in Bardstown so he could take some Tylenol. "No, not the Tylenol! It's yucky and it scares me." Just as we were turning off the ramp at Bardstown, I heard him throw up.
Have I mentioned that I was running a fever, too? While I was peeling Nathan out of his gucky clothes, Lila filled a diaper. There we were in the brand new Lowe's parking lot, all three of us crying.
On Sunday morning, I asked Nathan if he still had his headache. He said "No, I lost it." I mentioned that I still had mine, so Nathan told me "You should just throw up. You'll feel better. That's what I did." Such sage medical advice from a four year old!
Just so you know - anything disruptive that happens in our life almost always happens on a Saturday night. Stomach bugs, food poisoning, baby birthing - all on Saturday night. I think it might be God's way of suggesting that Randy needs to lighten up! Sunday morning worship will go on even if he's not 100% fresh.
5:42 PM
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