Strep throat strikes again. WAAAAAA!!! This time seems particularly worse because when I went to pick up my prescriptions, I also picked up a Diet Coke. I couldn't drink it. It hurt too much. WAAAAAA!!! The next time this plague hits, my tonsils are on the chopping block. WAAAAAA!! I am pretty sure, I would not do well in the hospital. So far, my stints at the hospitals are less than stellar--and I'm not even the patient! There is just something there that sends me to panic mode. So, knocking me out and sniping away? No. I don't think so.
In other randomness, Birdie has been saying things that are making me wonder whose child she is after all. For example, she was struggling with her one shoe. It wasn't going on perfectly, so she stands up and says, "Well, I guess I'll just have to hobble along." And she did (for a few steps, anyway).
Friday, on the way home from picking up the older kids from school, Gimme was explaining to me that before her lunch, her tummy was hurting because she was hungry, but then during her lunch (particularly while eating the green beans) her tummy started to hurt again, so she stopped eating. I asked her if she was doing o.k. and she said, that her tummy finally did stop hurting.
Out of the blue, Birdie pipes in and says, "That's suspicious. Did Mr. T**** have anything to do with it?" (Mr. T***** is Gimme's teacher).
On Saturday, there were a couple of NCAA games on TV. While watching them, the scores of other games were scrolling along the bottom. I said, "Butler is playing!"
Gimme replied, "Butler Bulldogs? Are they winning?"
One of my prouder moments as a mother. She knows the Butler Bulldogs.
Another shining motherhood moment was this morning when Gimme and Mulligan were headed outside to play in the snow. Mulligan noticed Gimme's Nike hat, and said, "You can't go out like that. The Nike swoosh isn't showing."
Gimme turned her beanie so that the swoosh was in front. We all felt much better about her going outside.