her daddy's sick girlie

so yesterday afternoon the lu told me REPEATEDLY she was cold. and it was in the 50s, so i figured her texan blood just found it to be quite chilly. i took her to the gym even though she didn't particularly want to go (she never does, but then always has tons of fun once there). she looked a little off when i picked her up. then at dinner she didn't eat, and asked to be covered up with a blanket while she sat at the table. and yet her dense mother still didn't get it. i just thought she was tired because she'd been getting up super early.

then came bath time. and when i went to put her very warm-to-the-touch, goose-bumped lil self in the water it dawned on me that she had a fever.

yes, 102.6. poor sweet thing.

so i gave her some tylenol. medicine, i called it. she responded, "mom, i don't need medicine. i need to go to villa (the gym)."

strange, i thought. but i let it go.

at 5a she started crying and i went & slept in her bed with her until almost 8a (amazing how much faster the morning goes by when it starts at 7:30a instead of 5:30a or 6:00a). again, i gave her tylenol. to which she again told me she needed to go to villa. i asked, "do you mean the doctor?" and she said, "no, villa...that is where you & dad go to get healthy & strong."

ah, so true sweet girl. your dad couldn't be prouder that you associate the gym with being healthy instead of medicine. you may whine for your mama when with dad, but you sure do seem to internalize dad's way of thinking as the answer to life's questions. it's a good plan...he is a smart man. he married your mama after all!