Sickie

Hurricane: He finished soccer today. He scored a goal and finally got his trophy. He doesn't care as much about the pictures of himself or the team. He LOVED his first day of Little Chefs Cooking Club. He has invited 8 friends to come over and learn how to cook. The chefs started with Ants on a Log and Jello.

They learned about germs and how to handle a butter knife. He is convinced that he could run the club on his own without Mom's help. He missed school for 2 days because he was lonely for his Mom. He feigned illness to stay home. One day he stayed home he ate 1/2 a container of Nutella, a jar of pickles and poured the juice on the couch, and helped with packages that came in the mail. He knows how to thoroughly unclean a room and not miss a beat.

He is an excellent Lego ship builder.

Underfoot: He finished soccer as well. He had the goal to score a goal this season and didn't make it. Sweetheart and he conversed about how many goals scored doesn't stack up to be a good person. Playing sports is not his passion. He gives his heart and wants to make it work so much but either time and/or coordination isn't on his side. Last Saturday he participated in The Great Paper Airplane contest hosted by the Pima Air and Space Museum and Mars International.

He again went in with high hopes and was eliminated in the first round. Again Sweetheart and he had the opportunity to talk about how participating is important. The Dean family taught us the phrase, "It is better to participate than to spectate." He participated. Growing up I didn't win anything either unless I was unopposed. I can relate with Underfoot wanting to feel like he won something or at least the "Praise and honor of Catan."

He has been very helpful around our house and being more responsible about taking initiative on his homework. He taught his brother the piano and hasn't grumbled once about having to practice.

Sweetheart: He is a superhero. He has gone to work, cleaned the kitchen, tiled and grouted the Master Bathroom (he took confidence from Katie Stokes that he could do it),

got rid of the tile in the front entrance, and taken care of boys. He even coached my last soccer practice. He stayed home on my birthday and the next day to take me to Urgent Care. He has worked and is a very tired monkey.

He listened for the garbage truck, and the driver was willing to wait and take the extra tiles. That was a HUGE blessing.

Mama: I helped with the Blue and Gold dinner. The decor was beautiful and looked like a wedding reception. The next day was Little Chefs Club and gathering all the materials for the tile job in our house. After the errands, I was beat and went to bed with a fever. The last 10 days have been filled with hacking and gasping for breathe mixed in with a super high fever and a little delirium.

The fever broke after 9 days. After 2 trips to the Urgent Care, the diagnosis is a nasty virus that knocked me out. The first place told me to go to the emergency room of which we didn't because they would have said you have a virus we can't do anything for you. The 2nd place gave me cough syrup and prednisone. Any prayers, good thoughts, or chants would be welcome as I'm tired of being sick. Today (Saturday) was the first day that I've even cooked for my family. That's a long time.

When I was a missionary, I wrote a letter home once that said, "You're grateful for your health once you don't have it." That was the basically the whole letter. I'd been sick and caused my Mom to panic. She called the mission home and found out I was better. I was a really lousy letter writer then. I am grateful for good health. I'm grateful to look for the good that has come each day. We have been taken care of by many kind people who have brought suppers or watched boys so we don't have more pickle juice in the couch.

As always we end with, be well!