It's been a rough couple of days around here. First Sproutie was sick. It was hard to see his little body fight. Then when Sproutie got better, ZimDee got sick. Terrible vomiting. But so brave. He's usually such a de-struct-or, going from one naughtiness to the next. So to see him slumped over his little toilet or completely passed out on the couch for hours on end makes me very sad. It makes me miss his naughtiness, because then he had spirit and could smile and laugh. He is making a recovery now, he's holding down food, and his energy is slowly returning. And I say--bring on the naughtiness. That is the ZimDee that I know and love.
My thoughts go out to mamma today. I fear that no news is bad news. We've only been blog friends for a short time, but I feel very protective of you. Know that you are in my prayers.
My love to all.