It's a bright, beautiful morning

and thankfully after a very rough afternoon/evening Courtney has gone 10 hours without regurgitating Gatorade. We are staying home from church to make sure we don't pass the holiday cheer around. Bethany and I are feeling queasy, Kevin is coming down with a cold and the little boys are feeling great.

It is suppose to get down to 16* tonight. Its been a long time since we've experienced those kind of temperatures. But hey for one night how bad could it be? Saturday it was almost 70 and by Christmas it is suppose to be back in the 60s.

Here's a quick quote from Stephen, "My laughers are getting tired." Context he had been smiling a lot and his cheeks were tired.

Mornings....

Yesterday morning I stumbled to the bathroom and began my usual routine at the sink. First empty Kevin's contact case (it is usually left open, still filled with old contact solution, I know, I know, not everyone changes out their contact fluid everyday, but I do, and if I don't for Kevin his case gets all filmy and grungy), ok, next begin to put my own contacts in; however, in a horrifying moment I realize that I have just cleaned out MYcase! This is bad, very bad. Take a deep breath. Wait a minute, why was my case open? empty (I'm pretty sure it was empty)? And why is Kevin's case.....full? Yup, he was stumbling around more than me this morning! He put my contacts in! What a relief, at least I didn't wash mine down the drain. So next I did what anyone with 20/250 vision. I put my husband's contacts in. It was not a comfortable fit and a couple hours later I had to take one out because my head was hurting so bad, but I made it until he got home. Being able to see is such a blessing. I am so thankful for MY contacts.