Well, I've been busy lately. Finley got sick last Thursday night. She ran low grade fever and threw up, then she was fine for the rest of the weekend. Then on Sunday night she started running fever again, (she still is today) and threw up Tuesday. You know, I don't know very many people who aren't shaken up by vomiting. Whether you are the victim or an innocent bystander, it's an unnerving experience. But Finley is an exception to this rule. She throws up and then just walks away like it never happened. When she threw up and then just walked right into the kitchen and got into her booster seat, apparently ready for a snack. Geez!



After much deliberation and prayer, we've decided to home-school Jonah. We explained to him what we'd be doing and he's been really excited. We ordered our curriculum on Monday. Then today, when we picked him up from school, and he'd said goodbye to all his classmates, he said, "Call the school and tell them it was all a BIG MISTAKE!"

Today, I was playing with Finley and was chomping my teeth. (Don't ask me why...if you have kids, you won't even ask why.) Anyway, without warning she stuck her finger in my mouth and I chomped it HARD! I mean, hard. And she cried hard! Can you imagine how I would explain that to a doctor if she had needed stitches or something?