Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Not Again

So I was just saying to a friend yesterday, whose kids are sick, that we finally have gone two week with all four of us healthy. I must have forgotten to knock on wood. Boog awoke at 3am with a fever and sore throat and an hour later was vomiting in his bed. I swear this has been the worse Winter ever as fall as sicknesses go. Yes, I know it's Spring, that proves my point even further. My neighbor is sick with the same symptoms and has been since Monday and when I e-mailed the teacher today she replied saying he was the 4th kid out this week. The other 3 have been out since Monday, I'm crossing my fingers that Boog gets better much quicker than the neighbor and those other kids.

If anyone has a free hotel night voucher, send it my way. I would love to send Hubster and Puddin Pop away to insure they don't get this. The cycle HAS to stop. Nest week is Spring break and the last thing I want is to be home with sick kids.

Hopefully a new wine review this week. We also have our first request for a review from John Tedder. He want to know what we think about one of his personal favorites, Delicious Red by Vella. So be on the lookout for that one as well.

I'm going to tend to my sick little boy.

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