Radio Silence

Remember when I had strep throat a few weeks ago? Well, I guess we didn't get rid of the germs and they found a new host.

Bryan struggled with feeling lousy for a few days before being steamrolled by bacteria on Sunday night. Neither he nor I slept much that night. I finally convinced him to go to the doctor on Monday afternoon. He texted me with the two possible diagnoses: strep throat or mono.

Bryan has been working extremely hard to finish his projects for his internship. His immune system noticed and decided it was tired and wanted to take a little break. The good news is that the illness is indeed strep throat. The bad news is that he's still at risk for mono.

And so, instead of blogging, I've been on duty all day and all night for the last week. I'm pretty worn out. And he's on doctor's orders to do as little as possible. He was told to stay home from work for a few days and we had to cancel a weekend trip to Minneapolis (which made me really sad).

I think he's on the mend. He's spent the evening explaining things to me like the mars rover and political attack ads and FCC rulings, and Bryan explaining things is generally a good sign that he's feeling better.

A Sign You Have Big Brothers

We were driving tonight when Phoebe called from the backseat, "Mommy, you don't eat my brain, okay?"

Guess who was playing zombies with her big brothers this morning?

And in honor of Phoebe's request, go listen to this. Warning: it's not for the squeamish.

I, Robot

Phoebe likes to play pretend. Sometimes she's a cat, sometimes she's a puppy. Tonight while getting ready for bed, she told me about being other people.

Phoebe: Mommy, I Peter.
Me: (smiling) No, you're Phoebe.
Phoebe: (smiling, too) No... I Mommy.
Me: You're Phoebe.
Phoebe: (suddenly serious) No, I robot.
Me: (laughing) What?!
Phoebe: (nodding pensively) Yeah, I robot.

Stress Reliever

Last Wednesday I wrote a post about how this summer has been. The last two months have been hard. Very, very hard. I detailed some of the reasons in that post.

And I didn't publish it.

I realized that no one would benefit by my complaining. Perhaps I'll email the post to myself, just so I have it in my records. Let it suffice that we have had a rough time with tempers and tantrums and a general lack of kindness.

Here are a few things I've done to deal with the stress:

1. I've prayed a lot. A LOT. 
2. Bryan has given me a blessing. 
3. We've listened to music from General Conference.
4. I've run. And walked. And lifted weights. And run.
5. We've made friends and spent lots of time at their houses.
6. We've watched a ridiculous amount of TV.
7. And I've prayed some more.

I do like Wisconsin, and I'll miss the friends that we've made here, but I'm ready to be done. Two more weeks...

Bugsy

Wisconsin has different bugs than Utah. Like this guy.

He landed on our windshield while I was parked, looking up something on my phone. I don't what he is, but he's an awesome little critter.

Happy Little Clouds

Here's something to make you smile.

Looking for Inspiration

I got a call tonight asking me to sing at a dinner at the end of August. It's for a large (like, a few hundred) group of women and the song needs to be motivational. Since all of my music is packed away in a storage unit in Provo, I spent the last few hours Googling "inspirational songs" and listening to YouTube clips.

And now I am turning to you, my faithful few readers, for song ideas. Can you think of a song that would inspire a group of women to help them accomplish hard things? And one that I can sing? And maybe one that's not a downer? Seriously, I could really use suggestions here.

Sprinkler Fun at the Park and Daredevil Phoebe

No More Rocks In My Throat

As a follow-up to yesterday's post, antibiotics are awesome.

The end.

White Spots

Strep throat stinks.

That is all.