Saturday, March 27, 2010

Bodily fluids, part two...

the count here is that two out of the three future men over here have succumbed to the same ol' bug sweet little Caleb shared with us. I am trying to do my future daughters-in-law a favor by not babying them excessively. We allow a modicum of hang dog sickness around here. Before I get reported for compassion deficiency, let me splain' what they are allowed.

Everyone gets a place to lie down, ginger ale in the fridge, gentle strokes across the forehead, and liberal use of video games and movies balanced with mandatory naps. But excessive moaning and groaning and complaining are not allowed. Sickness is a natural part of life. I want the boys to know God allows it as much as He allows health.

So today, while the boys do not feel well, we are looking for ways to thank God for His care that they are not worse, that they will recover, and that they will know His peace while sick.

And that Mom will gently whisper, "P00shee pooshee boo boo" in their ears. Because that time-honored family phrase cures all.

3 comments:

  1. Awwwwwwwwwwww! "Pooshee pooshee boo boo!" Hope no one else gets it in your house. And I have a feeling that your future daughters-in-law will rise up and call you blessed!

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  2. As a mom of a daughter, Thank You!

    pooshee pooshee boo boo? where did that come from? Is there a story? or did you just make it up one day when you were in a feverish delirium and needed a cure all phrase.

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  3. Oh, I am so. sorry. Rejoicing with you that yours are old enough to "hit the hole."

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