Thursday, August 21, 2014


Three weeks ago, Bean had a fever. He didn't want a blanket; he wanted a barf bowl. He watched a marathon of Curious George. 

Last week, Little Mister had a fever. He didn't need a barf bowl (thank goodness), but we missed church in favor of playing computer games and intermittently sleeping. 

This week, Curly wound up with temperatures in the 103 range. Little Fritz acted the part of nurse and comforter. Or maybe he just liked the warm place to snuggle. 

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