This morning I started typing a post about how quiet my house was - about how peaceful it sounded. My "big kids" were up at my parents' house and the "little guys" were still asleep. I got about half way through the post when Dean woke up...with another fever. I knew then that the rest of the day - and the post I'd started to write - wasn't going keep going the way it started. I called the doctor and ended up rushing over there and leaving with a diagnosis of Acute Bronchiolitis/Resp Sync Virus and an Albuterol inhaler.
The rest of the day was kind of shot. There was me trying to keep a very uncomfortable, cranky baby happy while also trying to do the few things I had on my MUST do list - switch laundry, take out garbage, empty dishwasher. Then there were trips to the potty with Danika (who is starting to really catch on - but 1/2 the time goes just for the chocolate!)...bottles...medicine...diapers...drinks and snacks. I was relieved when my parents stopped back down to help with Dean's second dose of Albuterol. I was able to unload and load the dishwasher and breath for a few minutes while they were here. Jerry showed up shortly after they left and I was able to just hold my sick baby while he slept for a while.
I started to think about my lost blog post. I jumped on to my Google Reader and read To The Max and Ellen's post...I cried...I decided I HAVE to share it with you. If you have children...no matter what age...you should watch this. You will probably cry or at the very least get a little bit choked up. I'm sorry - but it is the perfect ending to the day I had...The Gift of an Ordinary Day.
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