Our day.

Allow me to paint you a picture of our day. Two very sick adults that are not prone to doctors' office visits (because we don't get sick a lot and we handle things with herbals, rest, etc.) and their three kids in possibly the tiniest exam room at my doctor's practice. I'm trying to keep the now healthy kids from touching anything lest they pick up another bug and the baby has had it from the moment we walk in. At one point I thought Ashton Kutcher was going to jump out and declare that we had been punked! Chit chat, swab Mr. Maricucu (poor guy didn't know that a flu test would be so painful), chit chat some more and we leave with paperwork for a matching set of chest x-rays. Yay! Not. We head over to the radiology outfit for our internal portraits while the other parent braves the three now sleepy kids in the car. Riding in circles around the parking lot apparently works wonders.

But my mind was not at the doctor's office (other than to make a mental note of never getting sick until all my kids are 18 years old). No I was scheming about a new outfit for the baby.




And a wonderful, comforting new little recipe that unfortunately will have to wait to be tasted until my lungs don't sound like a wash board.