We're Alive; It Was a False Alarm

Becky had a soccer game Saturday but woke up with killer stomach pains. Thankfully she was feeling well enough to play by the time the game rolled around. They lost. Micah needed a diaper change at the field and that effectively stunk up the van for the day. He was obviously not feeling so well himself.

I came home and conjured up some serious stomach cramps of my own. And Micah filled his diaper again. Things were not looking good at our place. Seeing as how we have the giardia thing going on, I could have freaked out over the stomach cramps and diarrhea, but I chose to live the last few minutes of my life happily instead. I gardened.

Because it was just a very short lived version of the harmless stomach flu, we all survived the weekend with nothing more than an unscheduled trip or two to the bathroom. I'm so relieved. (Can you hear the sarcasm dripping from my voice?)

Just as I was finishing up the garden work (for the day), the boys accidentally let the ponies out. Because I know from experience that the ponies will literally run circles around you while you pass out from sheer exhaustion, I figured I'd let the boys do the running and when the ponies are done playing with them I'd go help. Miraculously the boys managed to catch the beasties all by themselves. Micah wanted to go help and I was kept busy trying to keep him out of sight of the passersby on the road. He was attempting to swim just minutes earlier (in 50 degree weather, mind you) and was in his typical swimming gear. He did don water boots for the round up though. I was unsuccessful in keeping him completely hidden. Just as I turned my back he ran through the yard and a passing motorist felt the need to slow and stare.

I do have good news to report. The first attempt that Micah made at swimming was with swim trunks. He donned them all by himself. I was so proud of him. Not proud enough to allow him into the water, though. I'm a mean mom like that.