In my last blog I stated repeatedly that both Darwin and Lincoln were born on Feb. 9th. They weren't. And I even knew that. Those boys didn't arrive until 3 days later, Feb. 12th. Although, knowing what it is like to be in the last days of pregnancy myself, I'm sure both their mothers would have been thrilled if they had arrived on the 9th.
This is what happens when I try to be intellectual on only 6 hours of sleep. I went to Ladies Nite at church Friday night and when I got home, Paul was the only one up so we ended up sitting and talking until after midnight - solving all the world's problems, you know. And it was no big deal because we had absolutely no where we needed to go Saturday. But then about 6:30 Sat. morning Paul came into our bedroom totally waking me up, holding Sam gingerly by his armpits and asking, "Do you think he needs a bath?" The kid had diarrhea all the way up to his arms. So we both bathed him and then it was too late to go back to bed.
I think Sam is on the mend, although he's definitely not himself yet. Some sort of stomach bug, I guess. He was feverish all day long yesterday and wouldn't eat. Fortunately, we have plenty of people around to rock him. Paul stayed home this morning from church with him and I'll do it this evening. I'm just really hoping he doesn't share this sickness!
As I type, Paul is putting the trim around the new living room windows. Oh, this makes me so happy! Tomorrow I'm going to buy the curtain rods. And I noticed when I got home today that Paul had put trim on the corners of the outside of the mudroom that he built a couple of years ago. Now I need to find where I put the exterior gray paint...
Sounds like things are really coming around with the house stuff. Sorry that Sam is still not feeling well. It is so hard when they are sick and sleep is at a minimum. I pray that he is feeling better soon and that he keeps his little germs to himself. We are always teaching them to share, but that is one of those things they can have all their own.
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