[Monday, August 20, 2012] day 67

Quick rundown of Kenton's Day. . .

Wake up.

Record and e-mail the birthday song to Mom.

Have some Benedryl, Vanco, and Zosyn.

Get a fever.

Take some Tylenol.

Be seen by Dr. Afify (?).

Feel better.

Open the special lunchbox from Mom and Goose.

Get a belly ache.

Can't eat lunch because of scheduled ultrasound.

Have some Benedryl, Vanco, and Zosyn.

Meet Gracie the Therapy Dog.

Have an ultrasound.

Eat a few bites of mac and cheese.

Get another fever.

Take some Tylenol.

Skype Mom and Goose and eat a muffin.

Be silly and joke around with Tracy the tech.

Learn you might be changing rooms tonight.

Make Dad read Korean.

Have a super wiggly belly.

Laugh at Mom's suggestion that Dad sing SOFT KITTY.

Get some Kytril.

Talk with Dad about which room to choose.

Have some Benedryl, Vanco, and Zosyn.

Scout out prime real estate options.  ;)

Hear that the move will happen tomorrow.

Say prayers.

Go to bed.

Yep - without the fevers and the icky belly, it would have been a pretty good day for my sweet boy.

Little Miss spent the morning with the Greens and the afternoon having a dolly and me tea party with Morgan.

I spent the day in my classroom.

Met with a few of my new littles and their grown-ups.

It's been 14 years since I had to get my room ready without Luke.

14 years that I haven't had someone to do my laundry, do the dishes, worry about dinner, and take care of the kids during the first week of school.

14 years that I've been completely thoroughly spoiled.

Well, 13.

This year is totally different.

Goose and I missed our boys terribly today.

Birthday dinners just aren't very fun with just the two of us. :(

So grateful for the birthday wishes, visits, and gifts.

I'm learning just how much I appreciate all of the little things that Luke does for me and for our family.

Missing Kenton's excitement over the first day of school.

Sad that Little Miss and I will be doing our "back to school traditions" without the boys.

Wondering if we should just do something different, but thinking that she needs the routine to be as much the same as possible.

It's pretty much breaking my heart.

And I'm feeling pretty sorry for our little family right now.

Some days are like that.

Some days you just can't be big and brave for one minute longer.

So you whine a little.

Have a good cry.

Eat some chocolate.

Take a Valium.

And go to bed.

Because tomorrow is a new day.

Another chance to be big and brave and faithful and strong.

And that, my friends, is day 67.