The Plague

Oooh, I am sick of the sickness. We have the plague in our house, and it is terrible. Ben woke up Monday night screaming like a banshee. He cried and cried all night long. We took him to the doctor the next day, and of course he had strep. While we were waiting the doctor said, "Oh it is probably not strep because babies this little usually don't get it." Well, we proved her wrong. Then Katie and Sean got it the next day. So, they are all on medicine, and I am going to need some (for the craziness) soon. You feel so bad when you can't do anything to help the people you love most. Fortunately, Ben is pretty much better and being his usual self. Last night he was dancing on the countertop. He has my natural grace and rhythm (ha ha ha). Sean didn't eat dinner and we gave him his medicine without thinking about it. He has thrown up 3 times today already. Poor little guy, it is too bad he doesn't have more responsible parents. He says he is feeling better though, so we will see. Katie is good. She says her throat hurts when it is convenient for her, but for the most part she is fine.



Scott and I have to speak in church on Sunday. I am nervous, but I think Scott really is. We have managed to not speak in almost every ward we have been in, and somehow we were trapped this time. Sean also has to give a talk in primary and he is not happy about it. He is not one of those kids who volunteers for it every time it is there classes turn. Oh no, he tries to avoid it just like his daddy.



We have finally started working on our yard, and it is slow going. Maybe when we finish in five years we can have people over. Until then, if you come over you have to close your eyes as you walk past the yard. I am sure our neighbors hate us for it, but we really are trying.



I got a phone call from Natalie, an old friend, the other day, wanting to know if I was going to our high school reunion. Well, I mostly disliked everyone I went to school with, but hey, lets go anyways! Actually, it will be great to see her, and hopefully there will be a lot of other people that I want to see as well. It just seems that when we went to Scott's 10 year reunion most people were pricks. They all wanted to talk about how wonderful they are and how sucessful, and on and on, yada yada yada. Well, it is not like I begrudge them this, but it was basically a bragging contest. Scott felt really out of place because he was still in school. I am just able to say that even though we don't have the biggest house, or the most prestigious jobs, or the most money, we are happy, which seems to be much more important to me. I can honestly say that I am blissfully happy with my husband and my kids. They are all so great. Scott is the best husband/father anyone could ask for. He is so helpful to me, and I know that he loves me. He also loves his kids fiercly. I am one lucky girl.



We have this little thing where we write down stuff about the kids that we want to remember, so I think I will leave you with a final Katie-ism. She and Scott were talking and she said to him, "Daddy I don't like when you yell at me." Scott said to her, "Well if you listen I don't have to yell." Katie, my genius of a daughter then tells him, "But daddy, sometimes my brain is just evil." Yep, there you go, the funniest kids ever. So here is Katie and her evil brain.