flu you

So so so...blogging has been last on my list lately- I have been on motherload lately.

Julia, Kenzie and my dearest Chay all came down with something not pretty. Flu crap stuff like throwing up, fever, and puffy eyes- a lot of crying...but then again I have been loving Kenzie's ever so sweet and cuddly words, "Mommy hug-a me please"

"I would love to hug-a you"

Chay caught on fast too, "hug-a me too?"- So as it is evident, I was so very much needed these past few days.

But you know what? I didn't get too sick. I think the flu listened to me when I told it to get lost. I was up all night with Kenzie as she dealt with the pukes and then I went on my paper route without any sleep. I felt nauseous, wasted, and really not in the mood to deliver retarded newspapers so freaking early in the morning. But, I soon reminded myself of the insights I've been having lately about the power of thought and the choices we make- and so I forced a giggle out when I heard myself say, "Get lost Le Flu, I don't want you" and so when I would start to get queasy and a little green, I would repeat this mantra while practicing my Lamaze hypnobirthing breathing techniques...LOL I must sound so weird...I promise I'm really not - But deep concentrating breathing can do amazing things by the way...and yes, the paper route is breeding ground for much thought. Emily reminded me that I have had several jobs over the years that seem to welcome much thinking with little distraction-...but anyway so I didn't get very sick like the rest of the flu crew.

Kenzie is a "pee pee in the toilet" queen. She hasn't had one mess up since day 1. Now pooping in the toilet on the other hand classifies her lower than a peasant...LOL- poor thing you...but we still love her of course-

Kenzie refuses to poop. It scares her I suppose. Finally after 4 days we gave her a "rocket" (suppository) We first asked her if she wanted a rocket and of course she replied, "I want a rocket ship!" Well she doesn't like rockets anymore. The first rocket was an unsuccessful flight with no positive outcome (if you know what I mean)and the whole night Chay and I kept talking about the missing rocket and how on earth it didn't work. The next night we gave her rocket number #2. It was horrible and Kenzie's face was white with fear and pain. I kept reassuring her it was ok to poop...and so she did finally poop...and poop...and poop. 5 days worth to be exact.
So she got her purple bike from Walmart! She rides it with pooping pride.

Good Job Kenz.