"...Kay..."

It's hard being an adult and being sick.

But I think it's even harder being a kid and being sick.

If you know my children, you know they are full of life. They are exploding with it. Their little life cups are brimming with the stuff, and it's all I can do to keep up with them.

So, this last week while they have been sicker than sick sick, it's been funny to watch them. The above illustration is no joke. Jeremy and I stood in our kitchen last night and looked down at our little blobs of children as they lay on the floor coughing violently after the short game of tag Joshua instigated.

My afternoons are very quiet, since the kids are choosing to sleep (whoa).

It's sorta freaking me out.

A few minutes ago, Lily melted onto the floor crying for some unknown reason (could be the double ear infections...or the whole banana and three pieces of bread she scarffed down this morning, filling her tiny intestines to the max...) and when I asked her if she wanted to lay down, she stopped crying and looked up at me with huge eyes and said, "Kay..."

"Do you want to lay down in bed?"

"...Kay..."

"Do you want some milk?"

"...Kay..."

And down she went.

And Josh is in bed too.

And Eden.

Eva is in the playroom watching "Elmo's World" (which, if you ask me, is like having a hose shoved up your nose and the water turned on full blast), but I know if I leave her long enough, she will eventually succumb to sleep.

It's like I can see their little cups are almost empty, and they are struggling to exist on the thick goo on the bottom.

Here's looking forward to spring, and sunshine, flowers, and the brimming cups of my littles' lives.