Friday, February 26, 2010

Thursday, February 25, 2010


This morning got off to a rough start when Sarah woke me up at 12:30 to tell me that she'd thrown up. Frankly, it's been a rough 7 days. Poor Sarah has been vomiting off and on (mostly at night) since last Wednesday. Combine that with Perry, who had ankle surgery on Monday and is recovering slowly.
I was feeling very sorry for myself this morning and wondering when I would see the light at the end of the tunnel. Then, before breakfast, Abby called Perry and me into our bedroom for a surprise. She had hung signs in our room that said "I hope you feel better" and left us stuffed animals. And, most impressively, she had made our bed. I felt so loved, so blessed. I hugged her and kissed her and was so thankful for my sweet little girl. Then she spoke:
A: "Do you know why I did this, Mommy?"
Me: "Well, I guess you did it because you love us?"
A: "I do love you, but I did it because Pastor Leisha told us to do something nice for our parents. She said whoever did the nicest, most creative thing would get an extra Bold Buck* next week."
That's my Abby. Always looking out for number one!

* Bold Bucks: currency that the kids earn at church for bringing their Bibles, memorizing verses, etc. Once a month these Bucks can be used to purchase small trinkets from the Camp Store.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sweetheart Dance

Saturday night was the annual Girl Scout Sweetheart Dance. (um, happy birthday to me, ...but anyway...)
Poor Sarah had been sick since Thursday night, but she was rallying because she really wanted to go. She only ate a few bites of dinner, and she wasn't full of energy, but she looked beautiful and she had a great time. Abby had a rough start due to a hair crisis. She really wanted to pull her hair back with sparkly things like Sarah, but she didn't like the way it looked with her bangs. We played with it, and fought about it, for about 30 minutes before she finally settled down and decided to go with a classic barrette. I can only imagine the scene 10 years from now as she's preparing for a formal. Ugh. (I really wish I'd thought to take some pictures during this process. It was so painful but also hilarious.)
Enjoy the pics. They make me cry.