Thankfully, it is only Ethan who is still sick with stomach ailments. The rest of us are mostly well with some sniffles and coughs thrown in. But, Ethan. Poor guy was a lot better yesterday and caught up on some schoolwork. He was ready to go back today but I'm afraid dinner last night was a little too exciting for his stomach resulting in fountains of vomit raining down from his top bunk-bed in the night. I have to wonder if he shook his head like a wild horse whilst puking, the trajectory was so great. Poor Drew was a recipient of the sick shower.
Hence, the mild and hopefully soothing soup.
Here's what I'm thankful for today. A washer and drier that work. A warm house and Christmas music, old and new. I love finding new Christmas songs on itunes. Right now I'm listening to The Friendly Beasts by Sufjan Stevens (sublime) and The Twelve Days of Christmas by John Denver and The Muppets (slightly ridiculous).
And my new front door wreath. It's the little things.
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Oh Martha...the little things indeed...
Do you know that poem all about chicken soup with rice, 12 stanzas, one for each month? Oh, that is a great one!
Yeah, I prob. should have put it in quotes but that's where I got the title...awesome poem.
Liane, I would like to say that you can be very gross at times, in dramatic and entertaining sort of way. :-)
I'm glad your household is recovering though.
And I'd like a bowl of chicken soup.
Please, Ma'am, my I have another.
Haven't read you in awhile but I came back by. Love your photos. I feel like you are taking snapshots of your thoughts and sharing them with us. Thanks. (:
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