This picture didn't turn out but I couldn't resist putting it on here because of Charly's face. I guess it's been a while since she touched a fish (last summer). It didn't help that it was still flopping around. I always think it is so weird how when you go ice fishing and catch fish, throw them on the lake and they freeze, bring them home and put them in the sink with water and they thaw out and come to life again. And one of them spit out the minnow he ate from the hook.
The little ones and I are very SLOWLY getting rid of a virus we have had for a week. Last night Charly was getting warm again and said, " Mommy I need some medicine because I have a head-dock." That's how she says headache.
This morning she wet her bed a little. The first accident we've had since they've been potty trained. She was so sad about it, poor little girl. I told her that it was okay and I know she is still sick and that happens sometimes. And then her sweet little lip went back in and the crocodile tears stopped. My little chachie.