So after our cookie baking day Monday, six kids woke up Tuesday with what the pediatrician labeled adenovirus. Only Charlotte and Ruby escape it, and escape it still.
251 cookies, y’all. And we got to go to the doctor and come home.
With some very disappointed, Valentine-party-missing children, we compromised. I ran their Valentine boxes and cookies in to the church, and they were returned that evening, full. And we gave away 65-ish cookies. Perfect.
I’m sure all this sugar is speeding along their healing. To be certain.
We have 6 chocolate chip cookies left, plus the 93 frozen dough balls. There’s an end in sight.
I finished sewing a doll buckle carrier tonight for Elliot’s birthday. It’s rather pulled out of thin air, without a pattern and made from $1.50 in remnant materials from the clearance bin at Hobby Lobby. I can’t wait for March 1. Hoping it fits properly, but I think it’s going to work. I measured her t-shirt for size, after all. Such science. Ha! Pretty sure she’ll love it though.
Stellan hangs out in the cozy coupe on the patio for as long as I’ll let him these days. He hasn’t even really learned he can move it. But he’s mastered the sound effects. “Vroom vroom!”
I pulled out a lace crochet hook that was embedded in Ruby’s hand today. Tiny, sharp, and rusty… Why do we own this?!?! I think it was inherited with a number of other less lethal crochet hooks. Ruby apparently had it in her hand and fell onto it, burying ⅛” into her palm. Lovely moment, trying to figure out which way the hook was pointing to remove it with minimal tearing.
Tomorrow marks 15 years since Blaine and I met. Time flies. Sure feels like I was just a kid back then! What a life we have. I never would have dreamed. I might have been terrified, even. I was so clueless. I love what God has given us! Riches beyond measure.
Oh no, poor kiddos. Poor mama too have so many sick ones. I sure hope they are much better soon. I am sure the cookies did help their feelings though. HA!!
You are so talented to make so many things.
The hook in hand sounds very painful!! OUCH!!
Such talent. First the Valentine boxes, and then the doll carrier. And you wonder where they get their talent! You’re all a class act.
Hope the kiddos are all well soon.
Poor Ruby. When I was her age, I flopped on my bed and one that was lying on my pillow embedded itself into my soft palate. If I would not have been throwing a fit and screaming it might have gone in my eye instead. So there’s that.
If you don’t need/want it, I’d be willing to take it off your hands.