Laney has been so sick. She has been throwing up, and every time she gets sick this way, we have the same battle. She wants to drink, drink, drink. We fight her, and finally let her do what she wants to, so she'll see what will happen. Yep. All back up.
Then she won't drink at all, because she *hates* to get sick like that. Like her mama.
So anyway, she walked into the kitchen while I was cleaning it the other day, crying, and yelled, "I have HAD it. When I am better, I want you to put me glasses of water, apple juice, chocolate milk and regular milk on the table, all lined up, put straws in them and let me drink ALL I want to. Where's some paper?"
I handed her the paper and some crayons, and she plopped down on the floor. She looked up all teary at me and said, "Here, I am going to make you a list of what I want to drink so you won't forget."
And she did. Complete with pictures of each drink.
I had to laugh. Or cry.
Jude has provided some comic relief. We've all rearranged our sleeping spots, putting Laney on Jude's futon, let Jude sleep in "Daddy's spot" and Allen is in Laney's bed. Before we went to bed that first night, Jude looked at me anxiously and asked, "But will Daddy get into bed and squish me?"
I assured him not.
Poor guy. The things he thinks of.
I have NO idea where he gets that "worse case scenario" thinking from.
The bright side is that I'm really enjoying the break from school. There is always a bright side somewhere!
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