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| House of Illen' |
| Written by Mary Beth |
| Saturday, May 15, 2010 |
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I am currently up way past my bed time. Don't ask me why. My youngest is talking to himself and should be sleeping. The poor little baby is so very sick. I must say that him humming and talking to himself is much more preferable to crying and being miserable. Although, as I write this his humming is turning to whining . . . which will likely turn to crying . . . This has been a very vicious fever. What. Is. This. Thing?! It has attacked a couple of the other kids so far. I was very sick at the beginning of the week with a cold-thingy but I don't recall a fever but in the midst of that I started feeling very weak and dizzy. The last half of today is the first time I could stand up without feeling like I might fall over. Thank You, Lord! I think I'll go offer him a nice cold one. His "beverage of choice" is code for "bottle" but Shhhhhhhhh! don't say that out loud . . . he'll get upset because I'm not getting it to him fast enough. Watch, when I show it to him . . . he'll start sucking his tongue. Totally adorable. I guess that's why I'm up late. - it's blahg! mb |
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