Today

I'm eating Papa John's pizza as I write this.  Yep, it's been one of those days.

Brooklyn's been sick for a few days with congestion and a fever of 102.  Her temp had dropped late this morning, and I was starting to think she was on the mend.  Then this afternoon, she took a turn for the worse.  I called the doctor and was waiting for them to call back.  While I was waiting, Brooklyn turned very pale, became blue around the lips, and started shaking.  Panic city for this mama!!  So I called 911 for the first time in my life.  I kept second guessing if I should have called 911, but I didn't want to wait around for her to stop breathing or something!  Morgan's daddy, Joe, was the first to show up at our house.  :)  Her color was starting to return, even though she was super lethargic.  We decided to just take her to the doctor ourselves, as she didn't seem to be in immediate danger.  While we waited to get into our appointment at McFarland, we took Brooklyn to see Dr. Michael, our chiropractor, who is always helpful and supportive.  By the time we arrived at McFarland, Brooklyn's temp had spiked to 105.  Yikes!  They determined that it was not an ear infection, meningitis, strep throat, etc, but a virus.  Darn viruses.   Oh, and today's earlier "event" was probably a fever seizure.  So that's neat.  If she gets worse overnight (vomiting, higher fever, etc), then we're supposed to bring her to the ER.  Needless to say, we just ate a bunch of pizza from Papa Johns.  I guess that's what we do when we get stressed.  Some people have a drink, some people work out.  We?   Eat cheese.

Oh, and in other news, Jack told me this today:

"I'm a movie painter.  You know 'bout that job, Mom?  Movie painters put movies on...in the SUMMMMER!!"

I think he might have had a seizure today, too.