Life at Lothlorien

CC has been sick with a cold and having trouble sleeping. This morning, she kissed me and then said, "Eeww, you got my germs." B, putting in his 2 cents as usual, said, "Yeah, Mom. You better be careful or you'll have to use the vibrator tonight." "Um, don't you mean the vaporizer?" "Oh, yeah." And the more I try to explain that the only vibrator he knows is the foot massager at G'ma and G'pa's, the more I get knowing looks. Nudge, nudge, wink wink.

I wasn't feeling well last week. I had a cold and basically ended up losing my voice. I was fine, but really couldn't talk. So, my kids decided to take care of me and make my dinner. CC brought my favorite applesauce and a spoon. B brought a can of Chicken Noodle soup, a spoon and a bowl (I stopped him before he got to the can opener). There are so many days when I wonder if they are listening to me, if I've done a good job as a mother, if I am just failing everyone with my imperfections. Then, they do something like this and I know that it's all going to be okay.

B: "Mom, I know how to spell Arby's. A-R-B-Y-encyclopedia-S"