We have finally emerged from a week and a half long sick house. Annie was sick with a fever, but no other symptoms a couple Sundays back, then Thursday night Rachel had a fever, but nothing on Friday, then Saturday the fever returned with no other symptoms, except feeling yucky when her fever would spike. Sunday the Rachel still had a fever, and had to visit the bathroom much too often all day. Annie woke up puking Monday morning and threw up every 40 minutes from 3am to 5am. Luckily the rest of Monday was easy and everyone was feeling fine and had no fevers. Wednesday afternoon Rachel's fever returned, and that night my tummy didn't feel too good (dealing with bedtime for 3 kids while Jake was at mutual and I'm feeling sick is not my idea of fun). Thursday Rachel still had a fever, but by the end of the day was ok. Jake came home from work feeling sick at the end of the day and ended up staying home Friday, then Saturday through Tuesday was Annie's turn with the diarrhea, making for some really nasty diaper (and sometimes entire outfit) changes. We are all happy to be free from that little virus.
And here are some pictures from the week and a half of fun:
We watched plenty of movies, especially the days Rachel or Annie were feeling dead to the world and didn't want to move. Of course Annie LOVES (the idea of) movies. If the doors to the entertainment center are open she will go search through the movies and bring one to me saying "moo-ee!" When she's sick she'll sit and watch the whole thing, but most of the time she gets up and plays with other things, and occasionally checks back in with the movie when she feels like it.
Rachel's ice cream goatee:
Annie's happy little face, despite some yucky tummy rumblings on Sunday:
The girls got out the doll stroller and Rachel was having fun pushing Annie around.
I suspect Ryan will be sitting there in a few months once he's sturdy enough to become their live doll (they already think he is their personal toy, but they're mostly good about not moving him--Annie, only because she's not strong enough to).
Both the girls have been really in to painting lately. We made some tambourines out of paper plates the other day as part of the library summer reading program's activities, and here they are decorating them:
Tuesday I went outside to see if it was cool enough for a walk since it was getting cloudy and windy as a monsoon storm blew in (though it never rained on us:( ) and I found a doll nursery on our front porch that a neighbor had left there for us, since her daughter was mostly grown out of playing with it.
The girls have LOVED having this new toy. We moved their play kitchen out to the garage to make room for it in their room and they spend hours bathing and feeding their baby dolls and putting them to sleep. A definite winner.
And yesterday the day arrived for haircuts. Rachel and I have been having an almost daily fight for the last year when I tell her it's time to get her hair done. She hates getting her hair done, especially the tangles combed out. I would occasionally tell her when she was screaming/whining particularly loud that we could just cut off her hair if she didn't want to have tangles. She would always promptly refuse saying "But I don't want to look like a boy!" I liked her long hair and felt safe threatening a haircut occasionally because she did, too. Until she saw some pictures Sunday of her last time she got a haircut and realized that she could get a haircut and still look like a cute girl. So all week she's been requesting a haircut, and yesterday I gave in and pulled out the scizzors.
Before:
After:
I intended to make her hair shoulder length. Oops. Close enough. Good thing I wasn't aiming to cut her hair to chin length, or who knows how short it would be. She has one spot in back that is giving me problems, but since I'm not a hairdresser I have no idea how to fix it, and she doesn't care, so I guess I don't care, either.
This morning when it was time to get her hair done it was so quick and easy. She brushed her own hair, I parted it and put a barrette in and, viola! Done in 2 minutes flat with no complaints. I guess it was worth it.
Since I had the scizzors out, I also took about an inch off of Annie's hair to try to even things out, but I'm not sure it's more even, since she doesn't sit still very well for haircuts. (By the way, this was cut #4 and she turns 20 months tomorrow.)
The final masterpieces:
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