This week.

Well, this week has been mostly spent sitting, holding, and rocking this little girl while she’s been sick. again.  Sunday night she started with a fever and all week she’s only wanted to be held and cuddled. 

I was determined not to go to another dr. appointment with nothing wrong, but finally yesterday I couldn’t stand it anymore.  I took her in and indeed: the ear that had the remaining fluid is infected.  We started the antibiotics again last night, so I’m hoping to have my healthy girl back again.  It seems like it’s been forever since she’s been healthy.  

In other news I’m looking forward to a fun weekend with our annual poetry night on the calendar. 

To celebrate here’s a poem by Darrin that he wrote a couple years ago.

Father’s and Sons

So I took my boys to Fathers and Sons you see. 

This was Luke’s first year as he just turned three.

We found a good spot for our tent right next to a tree.

We ate hot dogs, drank pop, and ate candy.

We were having a great time playing and talking you see.

It all came to a sudden end when Luke had to go wee-wee.

I told my boy to just go over there by the tree.

He refused to go out in the open where all could see.

We hiked to the toilet and took a little looky.

It was gross, dirty, nauseous, and very smelly.

I said, Luke here is a toilet now let’s go potty.

No, it’s not clean, there is poop down there said he.

Luke danced and grabbed as we headed over to a cleaner port a potty.

I opened the door, held my breath and said, go pee.

He screamed and cried and refused to go tinkle tee.

I said, just go-to be a big boy you need to stand when you wee.

He screamed even more as brethren stared and I began to plea.

He wouldn’t go even after I threatened him with candy.

Tears were falling and pants were getting wet, it was time to call mommy.

I said he’s coming home, I’ve had enough, the boy just won’t go pee.

I drove him home, put him to bed, and that was the end of Mom’s party.

 

This poem is about the event that happened here.