A Day of Spring in February

Keeping Track for the CDC

So, remember that Peter was sick but seemed to be recovering? Well, this morning his cough was really bad. I decided to take him in to the doctor, just in case.

Good news: Peter does not have strep or pneumonia.

Bad news: Peter does have the flu.

The doctor took a culture and confirmed that yes, Peter does have influenza. He's not allowed to go back to school for the rest of the week and possibly into next week. He still feels lousy, but he has a buzzy energy that he has no outlet for.

Now we're waiting to see if anyone else will join Peter in the land of the flu-ridden.

Hats On

Grandma Bonnie's hands have been busy while she's been here. She made this hat for Sophie. Sophie showed her gratitude by wearing it the whole rest of the day.

 

The Illness Report

On Sunday morning Peter told us he didn't feel well. He's played the "I'm too sick to go" card often enough that unfortunately we don't pay much attention anymore, though he generally only calls it in for school. I told him he was still going to church. We only had Sacrament Meeting because a snow storm  had delayed church by two hours. Peter decided he could go, but he didn't feel well enough to pass the Sacrament because he didn't want to share any germs.

Partway through the meeting I looked over at Peter and realized he was shivering. While Cooper and I stayed after for choir practice, Bryan took everyone else home. He said that Peter went right to sleep instead of eating lunch. 

He spent the next several hours running a fever and going in and out of sleep.

Sometimes he was upstairs in his room. Sometimes he was watching the Olympics with Grandma Bonnie. Instead of lying still and resting, he talked almost the entire time he was conscious. He narrated the sports, dissected the commercials, predicted which brands were being advertised. I knew he was sick and hurt all over, but sometimes it was hard to remember with the constant stream of words.

Near bedtime, his fever broke. He finally was willing to eat. And, because of all the naps he'd taken, he wasn't at all sleepy. In fact, we was feeling so much better that he was up till midnight. Bryan and I finally insisted he go to sleep since we were so tired.

He spent most of today resting, and he still had some body aches, but he didn't run any fevers.

The Hairdresser

Grandma Bonnie told me that when she was little she would comb her great-grandmother's hair. That made these pictures even sweeter.

Queen Sophie

Red and Pink

Somehow I managed to take Valentine's Day pictures of the ladies at our house, but not the gentlemen. My apologies to the men.

Phoebe got herself ready early enough that we had time to do her hair. You can't really tell in this picture though. I repeated the same style with Sophie to give an idea of what we did.

I had had grand plans to make a beautiful breakfast the night before so the kids could wake up to a festive meal. Instead, I had a migraine and went to sleep. So I modified my plan and served previously frozen homemade applesauce muffins with whipped cream and pink sprinkles. That was fancy enough for the kids.

We celebrated the day of love by eating a very sweet, very red, very crunchy watermelon. It was like eating a watermelon flavored carrot. Seriously.

The kids enjoyed goody bags with Valentine's chocolates and a holiday-themed book. Bryan came home from work with a bouquet of red roses for me and a bunch of yellow daisies for my Grandma. We were both delighted.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Generations of Smiles

We're so happy that we brought my Grandma home with us from the wedding last weekend. We love having her here. Sophie gives her many hugs and kisses each day and asked me take this picture.

Deep and Abiding

I love when February 12 falls on a Monday. It always reminds me of that date in 2001, which was also a Monday, when I woke up bright and early with a new title: fiancee. Bryan and I had stayed up late the night before, first while he helped me lock up the buildings in Heritage Halls at BYU, then as we sat on the back steps outside my apartment and talked about things of an eternal nature.

It's a little hard to believe that that was seventeen years ago. And it's amazing to understand how much fuller and deeper the love we have for each other is now compared to that morning in February 2001. New love is great and fun and exciting, but love that has seen hardship and joy and sadness and growth and trust and faith is beyond what I could have comprehended those many years ago.

Happy Engagement Anniversary Bryan!

Take Note

As we walked home from the bus stop yesterday, Cooper told me about something that he did during lunch.

Cooper: My friend and I did something fun today.

Me: Oh? What did you do?

Cooper: We paper texted.

Me: You paper texted?

Cooper: Yeah. We had a piece of paper and I would write a note and then she would answer it and hand it back to me then I would answer what she wrote. We did that all through lunch.

Me: So...you passed notes.

Cooper: No! We paper texted.

Me: When I was a kid, we called that passing notes.