Nurture and Neglect

It's been Gracie's birthday present since she turned 6.  Thankfully, with each year, the symptoms are becoming less.  This year, it was that all-too-familiar 'glassy-eyed' look that a mama knows.  {usually before anyone else in the house}  Body aches.  Headache.  Low-grade fever.  And no appetite.

The flu.

We put her to bed early last night.  But my mama heart had to check on her during the night.  With a lil' fever, she would normally sleep with us.  Who knows when it would spike?  But with hubs getting up at 5 a.m., she would rest better in her own bed.

She awoke feeling just a little better.  Sometimes, our bodies just need vitamins... and especially rest.  That's what the mama ordered today.

I told her that if this is the worst of it, we've done well.  Each year has gotten better, as her immune system has been building up, and we've learned that vitamin D supplements are a must.



Cute.  Even when sick.

Big sister's nurturing spirit kicked in.  Nator put on her apron, {they decorated aprons 2 thanksgivings ago.  it's in the blog somewhere.  but i'm too lazy to look it up.} and announced that she was sister's nurse and servant.

She's fixed food requested.  Brought Gracie 'stuffed friends'.  Made her 'get-well' cards.  She's currently working on her 5th card.

She didn't even cry when I made the call to cancel her piano lesson.  And even announced she would miss as many lessons as she had to, in order to see her sister healthy again.  {she truly loves her lessons}

Nator.  She's just sweetness.  Pure and simple.



School, today, was every 'educational program' recorded on the DVR.  Nator still worked through math, grammar, reading, and piano.

Mom happily gave lots of hugs and cuddles... to everyone.  Including Jasmine.  She was feeling neglected.  Poor dog doesn't get nearly enough attention.

Or maybe she wanted to meet my friends.  Ben and Jerry.  Mama's friends, while enjoying a little down time.   Gracie is resting... in my bed.  {this is the part when you ignore all of the 'health-talk' on the ol' blog and sympathize with my current circumstances}



{Starbucks' puppy foam is frothed milk... sometimes, it's simply whipped cream.  So when she hears the can of Reddi-Whip at home, she is instantly at my feet.}

I'm being paged... someone is requesting cuddles upstairs.  Wouldn't want to disappoint.

*mama is also drinking lots of water, and taking extra vitamins... because a mama doesn't have time to get sick*