My daughter has taken to curing her own boredom lately by actually PLAYING. What a novel concept. Today she asked me for her straw cowboy hat out of the closet. I asked her what it was for and she told me she was taking "Calaroot" out of the barn. I Looked over at the baby gate on the stairs and she had her broom horse hanging over the edge, as if it was in a stall, in a barn. I laughed and thought she looked so cute with her hair in braids and the hat on her head, just so. Of course in my sick stupor this morning I forgot to snap off some shots.
Take my word for it, it was cute as buttons.
Later on tonight i asked Paige what the name of her horse was again, she told me "Calaroot".
"Oh right", I replied. Then she wanted to know why I had asked her what her horses name was. I told her, "Because i forgot what his name was!" She quickly hollered back "Not HEEEE, SHEEE!!".
Pardon me! Despite the name "Calaroot" being slightly gender ambiguous, I should have known by the horses pink mane and all of the ribbons.
The only question I have is: where the heck did she get that name from anyway??? It’s hilarious!
Kids are the best.
~jen
Well, it’s been a non-exciting weekend around here. The night of Nolan’s Party I didn’t feel right, and knew i was coming down with something (again!). Sure enough, I woke up feeling like hell and it got worse with every passing hour. On Saturday i woke up feeling like death-warmed-over and spent a good part of the day trying to sleep it off. This bug came fully loaded with fever, chills, incessant coughing, shaking, painful face, eyes and other body parts. Thank the Lord for the small blessing of my husband being well and also being off work over the weekend to help me take care of business. Sunday (today), I slept in until noon and have been feeling better as the day wears on despite a swelling gland on the left side of my throat… grrrr.




Okay, I took my medication the night before last. last night I went to take my medication like I have every night for the last 5 years but it was no where to be found. I always sit them on the counter next to the phone. I checked everywhere concievable for them- even in some rediculous places but NOTHING. Only a few minutes ago you would have found me going through the garbage bags in the garage, thinking i may have accidentally thrown the bottle of pills out. No pills. Where could they have gone?? 


