Poor Sweet Pea woke up ill this morning with the stomach bug. It is so hard to watch your little 17 month old get ill and not be able to make them feel better. Cutie Pie never got sick at this age, actually hasn’t ever gotten sick to his stomach. We feel very blessed in this area. I love to cuddle my boys, but it’s hard to find pleasure in it when it’s a limp little boy with a high fever occasionally throwing up and always miserable.
While Hubby was at church Cutie Pie wanted to play outside as it was another absolutely gorgeous day. (Hubby was playing guitar with worship today and the people Cutie Pie would have been comfortable sitting with while his daddy played were also ill, so he stayed home with me and sick Sweet Pea.) Sweet Pea hung out limp and hot in my arms while Cutie Pie dug in the gravel pit and looked up as the occasional jogger strode by. All of a sudden I heard him say, rather loudly, “Mommy, a naked runner!” I was rather shocked and was debating whether to look or not, when I decided I should look in order to more effectively talk to him about whatever it was he saw. It was actually a man wearing only white running shorts who was obviously trying to show off his physique, but who was in dire need of a tan! Of course I went on to discuss with Cutie Pie the benefits of using a quieter voice. But inside I was having quite a chuckle! Cutie Pie definitely brings joy to my heart!
Also today we let our worms go. It’s been a fun week watching the dirt slowly mix with the sand, but we only saw one or two worms the whole week. When we tipped the container over to let the worms “run wild” we saw them all huddled in the middle of the pile. Cutie Pie said he wants to bring more worms in. We’ll give it a few days and maybe do this again, this time making our layers a bit neater.
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