We have been cured

Top shelf: all the drugs we consumed this past week. Awesome.


After a week of illness (strep for Thomas and I, double ear infection for Abby - lots and lots of fun), I am happy to say that the antibiotics have run their full ten-day course, and we are now healthy and germ free. It's nice to see Abby back to her happy self and not have to shove medicine down kids' throats (although, Thomas quit resisting the meds once we let him give them to himself in a syringe). It's also nice to be able to swallow without searing pain. And, Kenta? That lucky guy managed to escape the week o' illness with nary a cough or sneeze.

Quarantine is over. Y'all can come over and play!

The Primary Colors are one, two, three: red, white, and blue

I'm really behind on posting stuff, mostly because we're recovering from the worst week of sickness in the history of our family...and partially because I'm a bit lazy. Okay. Mostly because I am lazy.

So, the outcome of yesterday's primary in South Caroline has made me pine for the days when Newt Gingrich was seen for the despicable human being that he really is. You know. Like last week. Don't know what went down in SC for people to suddenly think, "Hey! This ethically challenged adulterer would make a FANTASTIC president!!", but we do things right in NH. As in: Newt did not win here.

I'm still a little fired up and disappointed about yesterday's outcome, but you know what? That's what makes America great. We have the freedom to express ourselves at the voting booth, and while the system is not perfect and mistakes are made (Iowa, anyone?), it's still - in my opinion - the best system in the world. I am proud to be an American. Even when 40% of voters in SC yesterday voted for THE WORST (again - my opinion) candidate to represent the Republican party. If that's what the people choose, that's what they get. And I have to be okay with the fact that the majority of South Carolinian voters yesterday do not share my dislike of Newt Gingrich. It still makes me sick to my stomach, though.

Anyway....because I'm just so dang giddy about this beautiful republic that we live in, I wanted my kids to get a taste of how the process works. So I took them to the polls with me. Our very first NH presidential primary.

It felt really great being able to take part in this process. Did my candidate* win? Nope. Not by a long shot. But I don't regret my vote. I felt that I voted for the person that best reflected what I want in a president. There wasn't a candidate out there that didn't have flaws, of course, but I voted for the one that I really thought would be best. Sure, I still disagree with him on some issues, but I picked the one that I thought was closest to what I want in a president. There is no perfect candidate out there. Nor will there ever be.

It just saddens me that so many people are willing to overlook the fact that a candidate is morally bankrupt...and vote for them anyway.

Sigh. I did my part. Please do yours.

*If you really want to know - because I know you really do - I voted for Rick Santorum.

One day....

One day I will look back on this day and think, "Remember that time when Abigail was sick? And Kenta stayed home from church with her? And I was feeling a tad sketchy myself, but attributed it to having been up with Abigail so many times during the night, so I decided to take Thomas to Stake Conference by myself anyway so I could get out of the house? And 30 min. into conference, Thomas looks up at me and said, "Mommy! I need to burp!"? And I grabbed him and ran out of the chapel because I almost threw up in Stake Conference once (morning sickness with Abby...I barely made it to the ladies' room on time) and didn't want the same to happen to him? And we had someone go back in and get our stuff so we could leave early and get him home? And our car was boxed in, so we were stuck? And we found a quiet classroom with a barf bucket trashcan and he fell asleep on the floor?

Looking back, I really should have known this day would be doomed when I checked the weather and saw this:

Oh, man. Some day I will look back on the events of today and possibly laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Thankfully, we made it home sans burpisode. Temperatures were checked (Abby, Thomas, and I are all hovering around 101 degrees...nice...), medicine administered, and naps partaken. Kenta has been the lone survivor. He took care of everything - even made us all chicken soup - while I whimpered in bed. I really hope his health continues to be spared. Kind of amazing how quickly illness can strike. And kind of amazing how much MORE you appreciate your good health when you (or your kids) are sick.