It's all about the 'bob'

Ever since I had my hair cut short Rosie has asked to have hers cut like mine. I have to admit that I really like it. I took this picture this morning so even with 'bed head' I have to say that it suits her.

Have you seen anything cuter ...

...than a pair of little girls (size 11) pink and black soccer cleats???

And just wait until you see Daisy wearing these along with her hot pink shin guards AND pink and white tye-died socks.

Oh, yes, she's old enough to play soccer this spring and as she puts it, she is going to "kick some balls" !

Jewels in the storm

**Warning: This is not for the weak stomach folks**

With the exception of Tate, we have all weathered the flu this week. Rosie started it Saturday, followed by Lake, myself, then John Henry and finally Daisy.

In fact, here is a photo of her yesterday afternoon:



So, how can we find 'jewels' in this 'storm'?

John Henry was out of town when I began experiencing symptoms. By Tuesday evening the stomach portion hit me. Or, as to use a phrase Trixie left in the comments: Type A flu = vomitting.

My two jewels that night were Tate and Daisy. Tate was quick to check on me, offer help and a cool cloth for my brow. Daisy brought her picture Bible into the bathroom and began to tell me Bible stories. Later she came to check on me, looked into the potty, shook her head and said, "Nope. No throw-up yet." I was too tired to leave the room and knew it wasn't over yet anyway.

And finally, she joined me, flushing the toilet every few seconds. She had witnessed me flushing several times (I throw-up with my eyes closed and don't care to look at it, YUCK!) While she was flushing, she kept tellling me it would be OK.

That, my friends, is pure love and devotion.

It must be Monday

Well, it actually started on Saturday. We spent the day with John Henry's mom as it was her birthday. We took her shopping in Lebanon and Nashville, Tennessee.

I love Nashville.

But this post isn't about that.

Late Saturday afternoon Rosie started to complain about her stomach. This isn't unusual. When we stopped at a restroom and she began to cry and wanted to melt into the restroom floor - that was unusual.

When we arrived home her temperature was 102. Over the next 24 hours her fever spiked to 104 and never was below 101, even with Tylenol. This morning the pediatrician confirmed with a positive test result: She has the flu. Type A.

The doctor was slightly surprised that there had been no vomitting or diarhea.

Yet.

On the way home, the vomitting started. I was unprepared.

You moms know what I'm talking about.

So, when I was cleaning the van (after I bathed Rosie) I shouldn't have been surprised when Lake called me to tell me he wasn't feeling well. Sore throat. Stomach pain. Headache.

It's probably going to be a long week.