What a week this is turning out to be! We have certainly covered the good, the bad and the ugly quite throroughly.
I had my last visit to the doctor for a good while (I hope), but Ana caught a virus that laid her flat and then Asher caught a stomach virus. He woke me up at 2am, having vomited copiously all over his bed, the carpet, the bathroom... I have never missed Africa and her tiled floors so much as I did at 3am this morning.
Asher is now lying in bed, resting, sleeping, reading and learning how to sip gingerale veeerrrryyyy ssslloowwwwwwlly indeed. This, and apple juice gelatin cubes, is all he's managed to keep down. Poor boy. At least he is no longer panicking and saying he thinks he is going to die.
We have also begun a bit of preparation for Ayyam'i'Ha. We baked pepernoten, haji badam and pecan Mexican wedding cakes (I think the last estimate was around 350 cookies in the house). We put a hyacinth in the family room, sent out parcels and hung up the bird banner. There has been a lot of hiding behind closed doors to work on things. It is that time of year!
Ana's birthday came and went, and was a lovely day. Simon had flowers delivered. Bella made her a prayer book. Asher wrote her a poem. We went out for ice cream, and she got to talk to her daddy (all the way from Juba), her grandparents, and two sets of aunties and uncles.
I finally finished my midterm exams and papers, and caught up on everything I have missed recently. And Simon sent me flowers. That was unexpected, and lovely, and I have learned to appreciate the orange ones, too.
Now if only we could just get healthy, all at once! The sun is shining, the first daffodils are peeping out, and I even spied a solitary crocus on our lawn.