with a sopping wet half head of hair from his ear draining fluid.

{he has my eyes. he's my best cuddler.}

...

we've got sick people over here.

lots of them.

colds.

coughs.

sore throats.

runny noses.

stuffed up noses.

going on a week.

or more.

or something crazy long like that.

'cause it's may.

and it just doesn't seem right to be sick at the end of may.

it's like when you hit may you're all, 

"we've made it! healthy 'til november! december if we're lucky!"

and the germs are all,
"woooooah there, not so fast emily. i've got a few tricks left in my bag.

like that one where i made brennan puke and other stuff last thursday in the middle of this added bonus of a cold i've thrown at all of you."

so last night every gibson kid had their turn at getting up in the night.

max

then brennan

then chase waking up brennan

then brennan coming in to tell us that chase was crying

then me finding chase with a sopping wet half head of hair from his ear draining fluid.

"ear owie"

that's what he said when i walked into his room.

his whole body shaking it was hurting so badly.

oh how happy i was to have ear drops in the bathroom medicine cabinet.

praise the lord.

so we layed together on the spare bed in chase's room 

{the one with fairies, flowers, dragonflies,cowboys, and horsies on the walls},

brennan crawled into my spot with sean,

and max by the grace of god stayed asleep in her very own bed.

and it was finally quiet for the first time all night.

so i sang to him with my cracking sore throat,

stroked his hair,

and he curled right up into my chest,

and burried his head into my neck,

and we just layed there breathing together.

it was pretty great. 

but i'd still love it if we could all just not be sick anymore:)