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Recovering from a long weekend of passing around yuckiness. Simon had his first fever (that wasn’t related to a vaccination) on Wednesday. Simultaneously, but maybe unrelated, I came down with the acheys and a slight fever on Thursday, then Jason was down on Saturday, and Rebecca is reporting similar symptoms today. Arg!
Unpacking from a lovely weekend spent at my Grandma Carlson’s. We had planned to go up to Yankton, South Dakota, but because of aforementioned health issues, we stuck close to home Thursday and Friday. We headed up to Laurel on Saturday, though, and, as my grandma would say, “had a real nice visit. I should say so.” (I realize that I can hear my grandma’s voice in my head, and it may not have quite the same effect for others.)
Eating yummy Swedish rye bread made by my grandma this weekend.
Planning menus for the week.
Realizing I haven’t turned the Olympics on all day. What? Who am I?
Remembering how much I enjoyed talking to Jason on the way home last night (that is, after we got Simon calmed down. That kid does *not* like his carseat these days).
Thinking I used to know the Bible much better than I do now. This should not be.
Wondering if I have enough time left in Simon’s nap to make it worthwhile to get started on some editing work.
Answering my own question . . . nope, naptime’s done.
Having a moment of total awe: I have to think about naptime. I have a child who takes naps. Sometimes it just blows me away.