I forgot to put up Ebeth's half birthday pictures! She is 6 1/2, people. That's big stuff!I hate packing. I'm so done with it. Not literally, because I have tons left to do, but I wish to be done with it. I hate packing by myself. And it's not like I'm packing up entire rooms or anything. I'm going through every room and trying to find the things that belong to my rugrats or myself. And then, I have to pack them into boxes to have them mailed out to Evan, where they will sit for a week and wait for me to UNpack them. Omg, I hate packing.
How are my sickly children, you ask? Oh, lovely. Ebeth was almost instantly better once medicines were put into her. She is such a trooper and never complains when she's sick. She's a wonderful patient. Julia? Not so much. Over the weekend, Julia was unbelieveably cranky, screaming when I'd lay her down at night, not eating, constantly wanting held, etc. I was running on empty for a while there, and then decide that on Sunday, Mother's Day, I will take her to Urgent Care, to rule out Ebeth's contagious pneumonia or possible ear infections. The doctor looks in her ears--perfect. Thoroughly listens to her lungs--great. Lifts her lips and checks out her upper gums--4 teeth coming in. Yep, my kid was suffering from teething. So emabarrassing. Not that I'm complaining. Julia has had her own case of pneumonia, seasonal allergies and the GI virus since January. Having her be well is a blessing. Nevertheless, still a little emabarrassed.
My computer will be getting packed soon. I'm going to try to load pictures before that happens, but I'm not making any promises. (Who am I kidding? I'm totally going to load pictures because it's a form of procrastination, and in case you skipped reading the first paragraph--I HATE PACKING!!!)
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