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We're back home.

My hubby has been working hard while we've been gone.

I'm so proud and flattered.

I'm exhausted but I can't wait to tell you about our trip.

Have a blessed Sabbath!

Another Day

Today I was going to have a down day for the girls.

Hang out at the grandparent's house, maybe review some school, take it easy.

Then my Dad comes home. And tells us our options for the day.

We end up going for a bike ride in a nearby town. Complete with a stop at a playground.

After naps and dinner, we go to another nearby town to fish.

We've done more this week than we have all summer long.

I'll post pictures soon...

It's How We Roll

So, if you read my last post, you'll see we've had a rough couple of days.

Let me tell you...the rest of the story.

My Indian Princess had a 105 temp on Thursday, so we got in to see a doctor. They took blood and urine tests. Said they would call when the results came in.

On Friday morning, I woke up to my bed shaking. My king sized bed. Shaking violently. My Indian Princess had slept with me, and she had been shaking for I don't know how long. And I couldn't get her to stop. So we made a mad dash for the ER.

Have I mentioned we are out of town??

Yes. We are in my hometown. Staying with my parents. So if one of us has to be sick, this is our second best place to do it. BUT, it still makes for more chaos then I prefer.

Anyway, while in the ER, she drinks an entire bottle of water. They give her some Tylenol. She stops shaking. Gets more blood and pee taken and tested. They come back and tell us she has a UTI. Surprised me as she never complained of pain. But I'm ecstatic it's not a virus or something else we can't control.

After getting out of the ER, we spend around an hour at Walmart getting her prescription filled. An hour? you say. Yes. An hour. The hospital prescribed a $400 antibiotic. The pharmacist, in all decency, asked me if I wanted her to find out if there was an alternative. I said yes. She called the ER back. 20 minutes later, when she gave me my new prescription, she asked for $4. And wondered out loud why they hadn't given that one to her in the first place. I had to agree. While silently wondering if I had a target on my forehead.

By this time, the Tylenol and the bottle of water had worked wonders on my Indian Princess. She really wanted to go to the county fair. And Friday was the last day. So we went to the fair. I know. I'm a terrible parent. And it gets worse. After we see sheep and chickens being auctioned, we go out to eat. I still haven't showered because I ran out of the house at 8:00 that morning with a shaking girlie in my arms. I'm praying I don't see anyone I know. And of course, in your hometown of 7000, that just. doesn't. happen.

We are all excited that she doesn't have anything contagious, because we were planning on going to KC to see my 91 year old grandmother on Saturday. So I pack up the Advil, Tylenol, and antibiotics, and we leave the house at 7:30 Saturday morning. To drive 3.5 hours. To pick up Grandma And walk around beautiful Powell Gardens. In 85 degree temps and about 80% humidity. The girls get about 30 minutes of sleep the entire day. And we drive the 3.5 hours home the same evening.

You may call this risky. In my family, we just call it the weekend.

The next day, both girls took 3 hour naps.

And my Indian Princess is healing nicely.

Bad Math

4 days of fever.

1 day of 105 degree fever.

2 Dr. visits.

1 morning of the shakes.

1 ER visit.

A few tears on her part.

A few tears on my part.

6 vials of blood.

3 urine samples.

1 hour waiting for a prescription at Wal-mart.

Conclusion: Urinary Tract Infection

I hope this is over.

Imagination

I love watching my girls play with stuff. Sometimes they play with their toys. Sometimes they don't.

They put on these bike helmets tonight. Mainly to see if they fit. They did.

But they weren't allowed to go outside to use them.

As you might see, they're in their jammies.

So, the helmets were:

helmets,

battering rams,

masks,

scuba gear,

and monsters.

Their imaginations fascinate me.

And enthrall me.

They are amazing human beings.

Or scuba divers.

I'll have to ask them tomorrow.

Name That Picture--Giveaway

Best Caption for this Picture: ??

OK. I don't have an official giveaway. I'm not that professional.

But I'd be happy to send the winner a batch of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies.

Or an autograph of the stars of my blog.

Your choice.

Unique-Not

There are many things that bother me about Uniqua. And if you have no idea who that is, just skip this whole post.

1) She says, "thinks," instead of "things."

2) She is bald.

3) She is polka dotted.

4) I don't know what kind of animal she is.

Let's dig deeper, shall we?

1) If you are going to be in a children's TV show, I would prefer you pronounce words the correct way. An accent is okay. Creating words is not. I am NOT a fan of whole language.

2) Unless you are sick, I don't think baldness is a natural phenomena for girls. I don't think it sets a good example for young girls. What happens if they watch the show and decide they want to be bald like Uniqua. Forget little chunks of hair clipped with scissors, Daddy's shaver is fun!!!

3) For those of you who know me, I have issues with smoothness. I like it. I used to break out in hives frequently and hives are evil. Smooth means healthy to me. Polka dots on skin (and her clothes, for Pete's sake) raises many red flags for me. Mostly red flags that remind me of allergy medicine, special diets, and the sporadic manic drive to scratch my skin until I bleed.

4) As I have said before, I am a control freak. Along with this freakishness is my desire to label things so I can categorize them. I am at a complete loss with Uniqua. Which I think, is why they named her Uniqua. But they might as well have named her Trigger, because she sets off all things crazy in my brain.

I'll be off in a corner rocking for the rest of the day.

I will not be singing a song or maybe dancing along.