Monday, August 8
It happens every time.Mike and I are supposed to go to San Antonio on Wednesday for him to attend a conference. My plans were to shop and read and loll around... the kids are to stay home with grandparents and great-grandparents.
But Eliza woke up this morning with a 104 temp. She's playing fine now, and we'll take her to doctor later this morning. I suppose we'll decide about the trip after we hear what the doc has to say.
While we'll both be disappointed if we don't get to make the trip, we're both okay with it, too. God's grace, I suppose. And the knowledge that this seems to be our own personal Murphy's Law... someone's going to get sick days before we leave town.
[ posted by Chel on Monday, August 08, 2005 ]
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Don't you love it? Wonderboy is acting up and acting like a baby and even talking back now. We have had a very interesting time lately. This morning SmileingBoy woke up at 5 a.m. When he went back to sleep at 7 a.m. Wonderboy woke up. Then Wonderboy poopied in his pants. He lost TV for today and then he spilt a while bowl of cereal on himself and the chair. What a day. I hope things work out for Eliza. Maybe they will be fine. I shall pray in that direction. San Antonio is neat.
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Bro. Craig, at
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