Bekah! Jacob! Show me your scary faces!
Ahh...they crack me up. Especially Jacob. Who can resist that adorable scary face?
Ahh...they crack me up. Especially Jacob. Who can resist that adorable scary face?And this next picture below is of Bekah putting makeup on Jacob. What can I say, I was trying to get ready for the day and they were well occupied. He might have walked around the rest of the day looking like he had a black eye, but I think that says more of Bekah's makeup artist skills than anything else.
I wish this picture below didn't show up so dark on here. Rus, my love and my best friend, was taken ill with the flu last weekend. I learned something very important about myself in those dark hours...I have an irrational, unreasonable, deeply felt irritation for my husband when he is sick. Yes, I am openly admitting this. I am the lesser person for it...while he is sick and apparently dying, I work my hardest to ignore him and be away from him. If there was a doggy door into our bedroom I probably would have put his meals and meds through it at the appropriate hours. I was a gruff and prickly person, though I tried hard to not scoff too much at his venture to the emergency room (It must be STREP!...oh nope, it really is just the flu), his new addiction to cough drops, and the double digit hours of sleep he received everyday (we're talking 18 hours here, at least.) I would like you to note, however, that while my daughter might be like me in many ways, she did find a small wellspring of sympathy for her ailing dad, as shown in this picture. She climbed up on the couch, petted her daddy's face, and spoke to him in the soft, soothing tones that one uses when speaking to the infirm.
I wish this picture below didn't show up so dark on here. Rus, my love and my best friend, was taken ill with the flu last weekend. I learned something very important about myself in those dark hours...I have an irrational, unreasonable, deeply felt irritation for my husband when he is sick. Yes, I am openly admitting this. I am the lesser person for it...while he is sick and apparently dying, I work my hardest to ignore him and be away from him. If there was a doggy door into our bedroom I probably would have put his meals and meds through it at the appropriate hours. I was a gruff and prickly person, though I tried hard to not scoff too much at his venture to the emergency room (It must be STREP!...oh nope, it really is just the flu), his new addiction to cough drops, and the double digit hours of sleep he received everyday (we're talking 18 hours here, at least.) I would like you to note, however, that while my daughter might be like me in many ways, she did find a small wellspring of sympathy for her ailing dad, as shown in this picture. She climbed up on the couch, petted her daddy's face, and spoke to him in the soft, soothing tones that one uses when speaking to the infirm.
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this is so funny...dusty was sick last weekend with fevers and coughing and sore throat...I mean the poor guy was sick as a dog. BUT...I was over it after I cleaned the house, went grocery shopping, did the laundry etc. all while he got to sleep and do nothing. That's SO horrible of me! If his mother knew...please don't tell her! I really do love my husband. I just really don't know how to take care of a sick person. I rarely get sick, and don't even know the first thing about medicine. Maybe that's why I'm so unsympathetic. However...if I were in his shoes, I know I would want to be babied. So that's pretty much what they call a double standard.
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