After vomiting all morning, BubTar begged for a cracker. He threw them up. He begged for more crackers, so we gave him one and told him to eat it so slowly. About ten minutes later, he called me in to the Quarantine Room. He said, "Mom! I prayed to GOD and asked Him to not let me throw up this cracker! AND I DIDN'T!"
He didn't throw up the rest of the day. At bedtime he whispered, "Mom, I think it's a miracle!"
KayTar and I went for a walk yesterday. It was a short walk, because she started having coughing fits after about 10 minutes, but it was lovely outside. And she talked the entire time.
"I see tree."
"I see cat. Meow."
"Where cat? Ight dere!"
"Reeee big tree. Touch it. Touch reeee big tree."
Last night Josh and I were watching a National Geographic program called "Inside the Living Body". It was discussing the chemical aspects of choosing a partner, how pheromones send signals about a person's genetic makeup to be interpreted by the other person's olfactory senses to decide whether genetically a person is a good match for you, considering genetic markers to make the best possible match for your children, health-wise. Josh looked at me and said, "Well, one of our noses wasn't working properly, obviously."
Ain't that the truth.