Well... this wasn't how I envisioned spending the first week of summer vacation. Who gets strep throat when it's 100 degrees out?
Kamryn does. She said her tummy hurt yesterday morning, then it turned into shivering and then spiked several fevers. When she woke up today and said her throat hurt, we went straight to the pediatrician. Strep positive. Ten days of yummy, pink bubblegum liquid. She came home and has been passed out for the past two hours. I hope she feels normal tomorrow because she has dress rehearsal and then her dance recital is on Saturday. There's no time to be sick.
We saw Dr
Laks because Dr Jean doesn't work on Thursdays.. but she said that in the 18 months since she last saw
Kamryn.... she's grown a little over six inches. She's just five inches away from meeting my height at 5'5".... at 10!

Since sissy is sick, Owen and I have been getting creative. He knows she's in her room and he wants to go up there and PLAY with her! Last night, he didn't have his playmate while I cooked dinner. Instead, he got a pan full of dried pinto beans and his trucks. At first it was entertaining...

Then he realized he could sprinkle them on the floor and I was too busy cooking dinner to care. He kept sprinkling one or two on the floor at a time and then he'd yell "mess!" I said "it's okay, make a BIG mess, Mommy needs to cook."

Sprinkling didn't suffice, so he started throwing handfuls and then truck loads of beans would ping pong on the floor. I was cringing with the sound of each bean hitting the floor, but I let him play.

Then he said "all -done" and he was trying to open the garage door. I realized he wanted the broom and then he swept all the beans into a pile for me. How sweet is that?????

Owen has speech therapy and for the first time ever, he put two words together. "
Bue Ball,
Dree Ball, and p-
nk Ball!" I was so proud! I then asked her how far behind Owen was in speech. Apparently, by the look on her face, he's got a ways to go. He is making a lot of word assumptions and is now (as of yesterday) putting two words together. Progress. That is all I ask for. Besides... I can understand everything he says and the boy sweeps up his own messes!