January 23, 2008

sick station

January 23, 2008/ Libby Hickman

Well unfortunately, the "barf bowl" has seen some action over the last few days. Again, Hannah keeps it in her possession at all times. I am thankful that she has become so skilled in its proper use! A lot less laundry for me if you know what I mean.

We set up what Hannah refers to as her "sick station". Wherever she goes the station goes too. It is a bright and cheery day and I thought it might do her some good to look out the window for a while. She agreed only if I agreed to re-locate the "sick station" too. Like an entourage following royalty I packed out the gear while she sauntered out to the couch- all the way reminding me of the essentials: lip balm (behind her water bottle), paper dolls, personal dvd player, tissue, books, etch-a-sketch, and of course the barf bowl (strangely not pictured).

As much as it pains me to see them sick. I make a fine nurse. In fact, I was supposed to be at a birth this morning. Sadly, I had to decline. Instead I found myself making chicken soup (that went un-eaten) and my friend Lisa's miraculous honey/lemon/ginger/cayenne tea.

(Also not consumed by the patient). All this doting has left me ready for a nap. Hope you are well... ZZZZZZZZZZ.

January 17, 2008

simple gestures

January 17, 2008/ Libby Hickman

Last night I was in my little crafty space sewing away. My thoughts were fixed on what I was doing (I was actually trying to figure out how to get around some dreaded hand sewing). In the distance I heard footsteps carefully making their way down the stairs. Since the children were in bed, I figured it was just Carl coming down to poke his head in to ask if I was the one who ate the last ice cream sandwich (which I may or may not have). He leaned over my shoulder, and put something on the table. I didn't look up from my needle and thread and just said, "hey." With a bit of a smirk he reiterated my "hey" and walked off. I began to wonder what that was all about. Glancing up, I saw this: