Recovering

We've spent the majority of this winter with the sniffles, coughing, fevering, or a combination of all three. Somewhere in the middle of all the illness, Rod contracted Strep throat, but thank heavens he didn't share with anybody else.

Last week I was the sickly one. The illness was minor, but my inability to just REST for more than 3 seconds caused the illness to morph into something more irritating: fever and a hoarse voice! After Saturday's wrestling tournament, of which our wrestling club hosted, my body was exhausted and ached. I realized what a mistake it was to spend the day volunteering instead of at home resting. Needless to say, I spent the entire next day in bed. When on Monday I still had a fever, Rod made me schedule an appointment with my doctor.

They made me wear a mask! Rude!

In other, semi-related news, Liam came *thisclose* to getting stitches last week. We were on our way out the door to run errands, when I heard the most awful thump, followed by the most pitiful cry. Apparently, Liam was holding onto the back of Crew's shirt and walking down the steps. It was going well until Crew tripped and fell, causing Liam to fall on top of him. Thankfully, Crew broke Liam's fall because it's preferable to face-planting on hard concrete. Still, Liam had a gash on the lower right portion of his lip. In the end, we decided he didn't need stitches because neither of us felt comfortable with Liam being sedated for the procedure. (This is what happens when your husband works in the ER; sometimes knowing too much isn't convenient!) 

The boys have taken interest in checkers and chess. Neither Rod or I play chess, so they make up their own rules while little brother interjects and steals game pieces, just to irritate them both.

Crew took second place at the Diamondback Wrestling Tournament two weeks ago. 

Liam literally thinks all wrestling headgear is his. He steals it from the wrestling bag, places it on his head, and refuses to take it off. Don't even try touching him; he thinks you'll attempt stealing "his" headgear, which he doesn't appreciate in the least. 

Pax miniature golfing for Family Night. We are the world's worst golfers. I think we spent more time looking for lost balls than we did golfing. I wish I could blame the ball searching on the boys, but Rod was a culprit, too! In fact, he lost a ball in the pond. We left the course much later than I prefer, but we had a great time (and many belly laughs).