Today very randomly while making breakfast, I suddenly felt woozy. I said to Logan "boy, I really need to lay down for a minute". As I walked to the couch, the room started spinning and next thing I knew the kids were all standing over me calling "Mommy? Mommy! Mommy?" I guess I passed out. Logan said he thought I had a heart attack. He said I was making funny moaning noises. He said he was scared.
I suddenly felt really sick, and I definitely couldn't stand up, so I crawled to the bathroom. Yuck. You don't need to hear the rest of the story. I layed in bed moaning until about 1:30 when I finally felt well enough to be able to pick up the phone and call Trevor. "Too bad you didn't call me earlier when I could have rearranged my schedule and come home and help you!" he said. So here I am, sick. There is peanut butter smeared all over everything in the house. Little baby carrots are everywhere too. Logan has really done a good job taking care of everyone. He has even been taking Phoebe potty. Too bad I'm going to have to clean up all this mess as soon as I feel well enough to do so.
I hope nobody else gets this.
Clothes? Do you eat spaghetti with clothes on?
Oh yeah. More bike riding. We'll get back to the food when we feel like it.
Just some things to point out here. I love that no matter what she is wearing, Samantha always has her bum crack showing. And it looks like we need to reattach the gutter.
