When the phone rang this afternoon, I had a little twinge inside me, wondering, "what now?" but realizing that I've caught PTSD from my kids. Not everything has to be bad...but this could have been.
Monica is 5 months pregnant and a rash came over her, her fever spiked suddenly to 105 and she was heading to the doctor's office, about 45 minutes from her house. Sarah was calling the nurse to expect Monica when Carolina and her four kids drove up...I stay on pins and needles over Carolina anyway, praying that she'll make it all the way through her pregnancy without delivering early.
Turns out Monica's husband's daughter and two small nieces were staying at their house.
"OK, I'll load up baby seats and meet you at the doctor's office, the kids can come to our house and play while you see the doctor."
And play they did. We have the funhouse, all the kids to play with. I just sent home some tired little girls (wearing pink and yellow in the picture). Poor Monica has the flu. She'd gone up north last weekend, where it is still winter and flu season.
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Ray-Ray couldn't keep the girls' names straight, but he talked about them all evening, referring to them as "the pink girl" and "the yellow girl." Preston had no idea what he was talking about.
They are all so cute!!!!!! I hope and pray Monica feels better!!
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