Cold, Cold Days

The babies have runny noses. Some still have coughs. I cancel playdates. I cancel birthday parties. I don't even take them to the grocery store anymore. They miss Church. I keep them away from the harsh wind and severe cold.

I am beginning to wonder if 100% healthy is over-rated and unattainable.

Bean says to me, as she blows her nose again, "We are always going to be sick. Forever!" She cries at her chapped hands. "I have to wash my hands all day, every day, FOREVER!", she claims. I calm her down and reassure her that no one can be sick forever. But I have this tugging at the bottom of my heart...an ache to get out of the infirmary, mixed with doubt of having a clean bill of health anytime in the near future for all four children.

Weather here has been dismal. Some sun. Some snow. Lots of rain. Lots of wind. Lots of cold. The forecast for today is sunny and warm! I told the children last night about the heat wave coming our way. Buzz would like to know if he can sleep outside on his bicycle. I get it, honey. I totally get it.

I am  ready early this morning. I feel like it is Christmas morning, with my stomach doing somersaults. Fresh Air! Hopefully there will be pictures to share of a sunny day spent outside today.

In the meantime, I thought I would post these. 

I feed the children early. Some days, they eat before Matt gets home from work. Then Matt and I get a "quiet" dinner while the children play peacefully with full tummies. On Monday, it was quiet while Matt and I ate. Really quiet. I saw Buzz dragging some blankets up and down the stairs, but I guess I wasn't really paying attention. Boo brought up some bean bags. Bean brought up some sleeping bags...and pillows. Baby stood at the top of the stairs giggling and running back and forth from the front room. I thought maybe they were cleaning up from our weekend "sleepover" in the playroom. Silly Mommy.

Yikes.

Ok, seriously?! Look at Baby. How old is this child?

Buzz, showing everyone how high he can jump. So tall, that one.

Bean, always the ballerina.

Boo, sweating and giggling.