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Gram-Ma!

It's been a very rough week.  Last Tuesday night the hubs and I woke up in the middle of the night to Bug throwing up in her crib...and she had a fever.  Gah!  Obviously she wasn't going to school the next day.  

Just that day, she had been fine, playing and talking up a storm.



We're not sure what happened Tuesday night, but whatever it was, was the beginning of what seemed like a never-ending sick Bug.  Wednesday morning Bug had the day off from school to recover and Mommy was there to witness a short-lived recovery.  She was fine all Wednesday morning and although she was still a bit tired, she was as happy as could be.

She was feeling so good she stood in front of the Starbucks door for half an hour, saying goodbye to everyone who walked out.

Then after her afternoon nap, another fever began.

So we spent the rest of the afternoon trying to recover.  Eating was definitely not in the cards.  She refused to eat pizza.  WHAT?!?!?!  I know, I know.  Shocker.  Her favorite.  She didn't take in more than 4 small bites.
 When you have a kid, you picnic on the floor, with multi-colored plastic plates.

Bug never naps at home.  It was amazing she napped once.  After lunch, she attempted a second nap (which never really occurred), but she did voluntarily lay in her bed for over an hour to just rest.

Silently playing.  She is so cute when she's concentrating!

That night, Grandma came to stay with us.  She had already been in town two days, but for the remainder of her trip she would be staying with us, so it was a little disappointing that Bug was so sick.  We rarely see Grandma so I wanted Bug to be at her best.  Unfortunately for Grandma (and fortunately for Mommy- who was also sick), she had to help take care of a sick Bug.  Most of Thursday with Grandma was spent inside.

It quickly went from this...

...to this.
 

Someone did manage to get a good hand-washing from Mommy.  When the water started turning gray after 5 minutes, I began to wonder why I even let Bug carry this thing around.

Someone learned how to put a cold washcloth on her head while she was in Mommy and Daddy's bed.  Listen to her cheer herself on.




On Friday, Grandma, Bug, and I were able to head out for the morning to do some shopping.  Yay!  It was short-lived, but it happened.

On Saturday we had some big plans to spend some time with the Koll family at Uncle Scott's new house!


At the end of the day, this was the best picture of the three of them we could come up with!


On Mother's Day, we headed to church, then some brunch!



It was about 100 degrees out on Mother's Day.  SO HOT.  It prompted us to stop and get some frozen yogurt on the way to the car from the restaurant.

Yogurt face.

Bug telling Grandma to "Go!"  For her entire trip, Grandma had to put up with a lot of "No, Daddy do it.  No Grandma."  Sorry, Grandma.  She'll get better.  Don't take it personally.  She says that same stuff to everyone.  (Even Daddy!)


Holding hands with Grandma and Uncle Scott in the car.

Later that night, Mama and Papa came over with Lo and we all got to spend some time together for Mother's Day.



Trying to take her diaper off.  Yup, potty training is just around the corner for Bug.  She doesn't know it yet, but Daddy and I have marked it in our calendars and prepping for the big weekend.

Put it back on!

Uncle Scott helping Bug put her diaper back on.



Buggy decided she wanted to write a letter to Grandma.

Gram-Ma!  So-wee [for yelling at you].  Tank-um [for my new toys and clothes...and for helping Mommy around the house while she was sick too].  Miss you!  Lub you!  See you lurtur.  

Love, 
Big Girl Buggy

We were so happy to see you, Grandma.  Sorry we were so sick.  We love you so much!  Bug is back in school today (with the doctor's approval because day care asked for it) and I'm hoping it goes well.  Please pray for her and please pray for Mommy, who is now suffering from a cold.

God Bless,
Kat  

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