Bubble Bath

Yesterday I was feeling a bit under the weather (more on that later, I don't want every blog entry to be about poop and/or vomit), so I decided to take a bath. Savannah had stayed home from school, also sick, and came in to ask if she could take a bath with me. I declined the offer and suggested she finish watching her show. She then asked, "when my show is over can I come sit on the side of your tub and put my feet in and talk to you?" I smiled and said yes, remembering doing the same thing with my mom.
She came in after a few minutes and climbed up onto the side of the tub and plopped her freezing cold feet into my bath. "So," she said, folding her hands together, "which do you like more... being a baby or a mom or a kid?" I guess we were going to really talk. I told her I didn't remember being a baby, that being a kid was super fun, but that being the mom was the best because you can still have fun and you get to have your cute kids. She thought for a while and then said, "so, what were Nana's mom and dad's names?" I told her about Grandpa Butler and Grandma Grace and how many grandpas I had and how many she had and all kinds of questions that I didn't expect a four year old to ask me. Holy cow, she's five, not four! She's just so adorable sometimes!
She's home from school again today with an intestinal bacterial infection...whew! Four of us had the flu over the weekend: me, Brayden, Savannah and Quincy. Some of us (me) just ached like crazy, and two of us (the boys) threw up and Savannah just kept running for the bathroom. However, hers didn't go away so I finally took her to the doctor yesterday and she doesn't have the flu. She's on meds and can hopefully (please, oh please) go back to school tomorrow.
I am having my carpets cleaned in the morning for several reasons: they're dirty, we have company coming this weekend and, most importantly, because I thought Brayden was faking it when he said he didn't feel well Sunday morning. I was going to let him stay home from church anyway, I wasn't really up to fighting him, but I didn't take any preventative measures either. I was still in bed when I heard him yell from the landing, "Guys, I have vomit! I vomited!" My hero Isaiah cleaned it up, although I did weakly offer to do it. Then I had a talk with Brayden about now that he's 8 (in a few days), it's time to start hitting a sink, a trash can, a toilet, something other than the carpet! Dude!
They are all growing up. Quincy just turned 12 and will receive the Priesthood on Sunday. He's a good boy, a really good boy and stands up for the little guy all the time. He's been waiting to be ordained until this weekend when Brayden gets baptized so I just found out he hasn't been going to Young Men on Sundays. He thought he had to be ordained first. See...just a good boy! It'll be a long, busy crazy weekend...but an important one for our two youngest boys and we're very proud of them.