is this getting old?

two more down. This time, 6yr old and 2yr old. So, another day of pampering sick children with lemonade flavored gatorade, apple juice, and yogurt. Got them both on abx on the first day though, so my learning curve is definitely adjusting in a good way. 6yr old should get back to school by tomorrow. 2yr old should be on the mend soon after.

But, sickness aside, here's some gems from sick 6yr old today:

-'Mom! I know why I have a temperature!"

"Why Cole?"

"Because I haven't used the bathroom yet!"

-"Mom! I'm not sick! I'll just swallow my saliva and I won't have to cough!" (and yes, my 6yr old says 'saliva'. These are the advantages of growing up with a nurse as a mom).

-"I have to get my balance!" said right before sticking his arms out to the side of him like they taught him in gym class.

It's interesting to watch the different reactions to sickness depending on which personality is struck. Adam gets sullen. And really really cuddly. Cole goes into denial and can't stop talking. Andrew gets very very sad. Like, edge of desperation sad. And Ben just plants himself on my lap and yells whenever I try to move.

But, they all have to conk out sometime. (Note from Cole: "I was not sleeping! I feel better now!". Second note: when he starts saying things like this, it's time to get the puke bowel.)

And what does all this matter to you, reader of mine? I had a thought last night that will no doubt sound so much less amazing than it felt to me last night, and eventually, I'd like to polish out the idea of this to something a little more succinct, but basically, my thought went a little like this: We all crave a witness. As in, someone else to see what we see, to somehow have a inkling into what our experience is. To say, yeah, she's right, that's what I saw too.

That's all we all ever want right? To be right and have someone agree with us. Of course, I'm right anyway (lol... but really, I'm right), but having someone agree with that sentiment? Priceless baby.