Since Piglet started preschool this fall, we've been a revolving door germ factory. The latest victim is Birdie, who came down sick on Tuesday evening and was diagnosed yesterday with bronchiolitis and prescribed albuterol. Did I mention she is two months old?? In other news, I'm still sick after a visit to MinuteClinic last Saturday and a diagnosis of a double ear infection. I seem to be getting worse instead of better, one week on. Piglet seems to be over the worst of it, and Boo is getting there. Now we're just waiting for my husband to come down with something.I'm a pretty extreme introvert, in the technical sense of the word (rather the popular notion that introverted = shy), and being sick and having sick kids is seriously difficult for me. When I'm sick, I want to be left alone in a dark room to wallow. Unfortunately, having very small children, a nursing newborn, and a husband who still wants dinner on the table every night preclude that sort of behavior. So unless I'm dying (and I'm not. yet.), life goes on. It also proves that God has a sense of humor--my children are all extreme extroverts, and when sick, want to hang themselves all over me. All.day.long.
I read a great meme on Facebook a few weeks ago about a woman in Poland who saved 2500 children and babies during the Holocaust. She was up for a posthumous Nobel Peace Prize last year, but didn't get it (probably because the committee was falling all over itself awarding Obama the award for not being W). But I digress.Here's her story:
"During WWII, Irena, got permission to work in the
ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an 'ulterior motive'. She KNEW what the Nazi's plans were for the Jews (being German). Irena smuggled infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried and she carried in the back of her truck a burlap sack, (for larger kids). She also had a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto. The soldiers of course wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises. During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants. She was caught, and the Nazi's broke both her legs, arms and beat her severely. Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she smuggled out and kept them in a glass jar, buried under a tree in her back yard. After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived it and reunited the family. Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted. In MEMORIAM - 63 YEARS LATER." WarsawI've gotten back into Pinterest this week a bit, and found the coolest idea to transform a man's flannel shirt into a functional A-line skirt. Of course, I had to go right out and find a man's flannel shirt to try it! (I found one on ebay). Why not raid my husband's closet, you ask? Because my skinny husband's shirts would never work on these multigravitas hips! Now to find the time...Piglet has his first dentist appointment on Monday, and anyone who knows my SPD son well, this could have been a complete disaster. But Dr. George made it fun and worked with my son so it wasn't scary at all! Piglet even asked to go back the next day to have his teeth cleaned again!I made our first beef stew of the season this week, complete with pumpkin bread as an accompaniment. It was delish. My sons just wanted to eat the broccoli on the side. Go figure.On Sunday, we went to a birthday party for my upline's son, and since the party was Thomas-themed, I bought some Thomas board books for him, but I couldn't give the gift without a card! I made this in August before Birdie was born, and was waiting for the perfect recipient. Happy 3, E!
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