Somehow that little phrase gets said a lot around here...but only by me. Seems like it must be something my mom said a lot and I picked it up from her.
Anyway, we're home...and it was totally worth the money to change our flight. Audrey was pale and ache-y yesterday morning, but so much better than she'd been the day before. I think she felt really special that we'd go to the trouble to change our plans to accommodate her.
Of course, I still think that United should have changed everything for free. Somehow I think that if the manager Toben worked his way up to had had children, I think they'd have been all too glad to help us out more.
Thank you for all of your prayers... I read all of your comments to her and they definitely helped lift her spirits.
Don't know what it is about stomach flu and my kids. I wish I could be so much more nurturing and gentle, but instead I tend to freak out a little and treat them like they have the plague. Maybe it's because I hate throwing up so much and don't want to catch it myself. I do much better when they have a cold or a fever or a cough. But I'm more aware of it and am working hard to fight against it. So thanks for your prayers for me too! Ya'll are wonderful.
I'm waaaay behind on responding to email and such, so I'm going to catch up today. And the girls are going to finish up a cute crafty project they started before we left for Arizona...pictures coming later. Toben's going to mow the lawn. Oh, and I need to get some Girl Scout paperwork wrapped up for the year.