With Brooke's permission...
....So let me tell you. I feel TERRIBLE. I'm not really starting on the nausea stuff yet, just the hollow empty stomach yucky feeling, a cold, and three hours of sleep two nights in a row. Mike goes to the field for two weeks next week and I'm pretty sure I'm going to die. I have been completely useless today. Okay, at least for the past three hours.

Funny stories. Ellyn can turn door handles now. I laid her down for a nap this afternoon and about ten minutes later she was coming down the stairs happy as a clam. We traded Mike's office and Ellyn's and Sadie's room this weekend and moved Ellyn out of her crib. She absolutely loves her bed, last night after scriptures she took my hand and led me up to her room. She is totally happy staying there once she wakes up during the night, as long as I'm there. She is staying very happy on half doses of her meds and it is helping her fall asleep. Now that she is starting to get used to it I'm going to try to give her the other half again when she wakes up and maybe she won't be so groggy. Supposedly a certain amount of tolerance is built up. What a roller coaster and I am so sure you are all bored to death hearing about it. This is kind of my vent and you all have to suffer.

Okay the other funny story, as implied by "stories" before I went off on my sleep tangent. The other night we had one of the families Mike home teaches over for dinner and she brought little no-bake cheesecakes. Well after dessert I cleared all the plates and noticed that Sadie had barely touched hers and thought that was just as well. When the family left they wanted me to keep some and I said I would eat them all but I would save one for Jane's lunch. Later I was upstairs getting Ellyn ready for bed and I could hear both girls arguing over the remaining cheesecake. Mike quickly interjected and Jane's precious cheesecake was set aside. The next morning as Jane was eating breakfast I explained to her that Sadie had not been trying to steal her cheesecake but that I had cleared hers from very near that same spot and thrown it away. After Jane left for school I noticed the cheesecake on the counter with a note saying "For Sadie, Love Jane." It was so cute. I gave Sadie the cheesecake lunch and told her the same story I had told Jane, that I had thrown away her cheesecake and Jane felt badly and had left it home for Sadie. Sadie was darling, she said "Oh, I thought she had eaten the fruit off (plain vs.cherry topping)." Pretty soon Sadie comes to the table with a piece of paper and asks me how to spell "for" and then she writes a "J" and asks how to spell the rest of Jane's name and then she writes her own. She puts the paper in the center of the table and goes and gets the cheesecake and places it next to the paper. When Jane got home from school Sadie happily took her to the table. There were big hugs and then Jane suggested they split the cheesecake and it was quickly devoured. Such a "precious moment" for a mom. I thought I'd write it down so that later in life they will know what good kids they were.

Brooke (borrowed by Barb---had to get this story on this blog!!!)