Feet to Fishing
Well, we definitely have Hand-Foot-Mouth disease running amok in the family. So far Dylan, Alisabeth, and Ethan have it. Dylan got it first, and today was the first time in 5 days he could put something in his mouth and not cry. It was painful just looking in it, and seeing all the blisters/ulcers invade his through, gums, tongue. He saw me looking up pictures on the internet to help diagnose it, and decided that he wanted pictures of his mouth too. I will spare anyone the graphic details of that, however! Ethan and Alisa’s case is much more mild, some in the mouth, and Alisa has some on her legs. Thank goodness those are painless and itch-less! Reese hasn’t shown symptoms of it (though she does have a bad cold and two teeth trying to erupt.) I read that HFM gets more rare as kids approach puberty and Zach said “Well, I have a zit, so does that mean I won’t get it?”
So far they seem ‘clean’.
Mark took the kids fishing on Saturday (they felt well enough to go, and were seperate from anyone else, so I gave the thumbs up.) Zach needed to catch and clean and cook a fish for his fishing merit badge, and they actually came home with 3 keepers. Zach did his first cleaning/filleting job, and didn’t do too badly. (I guess, I don’t watch, EW!) Nobody thought they’d want to eat it, but after seeing Zach’s finished product, everyone wanted a bite (which is all they got!) Zach now just has to show the merit badge counselor the required 5 fishing knots from memory and he’ll be done with that badge. I sent the camera with Mark, but since there were no sunsets, dead deer, or bears involved, nary a picture was taken!
I am doing a frantic search for Zach’s last signed physical form (they’re good for 3 years, so I have 1 year left) because I put it in a ’safe place’ and can’t remember where that is. In doing so I ran into a box from college where I found a funny letter written to me by one of my sisters when I was a Freshman. I got to thinking that Gabby is now that age and growing up so quickly. But last night she fell asleep on the couch watching a movie and I let her stay there, and in the middle of the she came in crying because she was scared, and she slipped into the bed with Mark and me (Dylan was on the floor too) and I held her like she was little. It was so nice to comfort and cuddle her! This AM she told me that she’d had a bad dream about little green worms crawling out from a fishing bait container all over her, and when she woke up she thought she saw them all over her so she ran upstairs. Not sure if she’ll be doing any fishing for a while!


