forty-one

As of about noon today, Emmy still had the pukes. I kind of feel bad for the little girl, as I didn't believe that she was still sick when she moaned and groaned at breakfast this morning. What?! The girl is very prone to theatrics! So I made her a piece of toast and gave her a little cup of juice and she literally *shook* while she was trying to nibble at it. Then I stuck her in the tub to maybe wash away the crappy feeling, and as soon as she emerged from the hot water she started puking again. Oops! Her illness lasted a lot longer than mine did....though I still don't feel 100% well yet either. I'm just not quite as bad-off as she is. :(

I felt bad for Peyton because she was getting the shaft all weekend, so she and I went out for lunch together. It was nice to escape the infirmary for a while and equally nice to spend a little one-on-one time with Peyton. She really is a very good girl...very helpful and so eager to please (when the mood strikes her!) We went to an Asian restaurant and she pigged out on potstickers and chicken lo mein while I nibbled half-heartedly at some fresh spring rolls. My stomch is still a little too iffy to attempt much more than that.



Afterward, we stopped at WalMart to get Colton some Immodium (he's had diarrhea since Thursday!), and she had the idea to get Emmy a get well soon gift.  So sweet, right? We settled on a pair of Monster High pajamas and a Monster High DVD which all of the kids enjoyed. It was raining and super windy all day so we were trapped indoors. Colton and Calvin took a nap while the big 3 watched their movie, and I got some reading done....I'm about halfway through Jane Eyre and I am enjoying it a lot!



*sidenote: Peyton is 9 years old now....I'm not too far under 6' tall and look at her. Can you even imagine how tall she's going to be some day?!