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Snot Wars

Last night Bobby and I were very alarmed when Joshua’s fever, which had been hovering at about 100 all day spiked up to 103.3. After some Motrin and a tepid bath, it was down to 102.2 by bedtime. Although he passed a somewhat restless night, Joshua woke up with a 101.1. fever today, which is definitely better, and I’m definitely less freaked out. His only other symptom (he hasn’t vomited in over 24 hours) right now is a snotty nose – more stuffy than runny, and more of a nuisance than anything.

So, he’s home from school two days in a row, and this Thursday and Friday there was already no school – a fall break of sorts – so he’ll have lots of time to recover. I am praying still that this is “no big deal” and will pass soon!

Meanwhile, my little Sophie woke up with a very snotty nose herself this morning, (no fever! thank goodness!) and a slight “What is he doing here again?” attitude. I can already see that summer break is going to be difficult for miss Sophie. She is enjoying having me, her toys, Joshua’s toys, and the computer to herself when he’s at school! She got up after Joshua did this morning and was very dismayed to find him playing computer already. So I expect the next few days to be full of sibling-rivalry-fueled turf wars…powered by crankiness from being sick…let the snot wars begin, and someone? Please bring me a rain slicker so I can protect myself!

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Taking Away My Words

Today I was going to post on how my Joshua is sick. How yesterday, he had the distinction of being the first kid to puke in his kindergarten class this year. How I am so thankful my husband works just around the corner from his school so he could go get him fast.

Joshua is sitting next to me on the couch, drinking a juice box. He’s got a 102 fever and he threw up once more, but he’s in good spirits. Although I am a little nervous, I am hopeful.

So I’m not going to try and make a funny story out of Joshua’s illness. Although I am sure you would appreciate the level of panic I rose to when the school nurse called. And it was a wee bit comical. But I’d rather focus your attention on my friend Becky. Her little guy Collin is in the hospital with pneumonia brought on by H1N1. Becky and her husband were both sick also, and she really needs your prayers. We’ve all felt as moms that at times we are at the end of our rope, and I think Becky is truly there. Please pray for her and her husband, Aaron, their son Collin and their older son Noah. Pray especially for healing for Collin and strength for his parents!

Here’s Becky’s latest blog post – please read it and say some prayers.

My prayer Lord, is that you will bring Collin healing and bring Becky and Aaron rest. Lord help them to feel rested even though they are exhausted. Help Collin to rally Lord, give his little body amazing strength!

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Just Another Jenny

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I was born on September 5, 1977. My parents named me Jenny Michelle. My dad liked the “Michelle” part, my mom liked the “Jenny” part, and, apparently, so did the rest of America. Except the rest of America preferred to name their daughters “Jennifer” and call them “Jenny.” I was not so lucky. For most of my life I have wished the presumed “ifer” was part of my name, just because it would make it easier. But, oh well, it could be worse.

So I entered school in the early eighties with many Jennys. I graduated high school with a few, and joined legions at college. As a matter of fact, in my freshman “suite” (which is a fancy name for two cinder-block-walled bedrooms and a one-holer bathroom), there were three of us. Three out of four. The other girl’s name was Arlyce. Lucky!

Now I am in my 30s, and like most of the other Jennys (though many of us have taken to deleting the -ny, I have stubbornly kept mine) I am a wife and a mother.

And, like myriad Jen(ny)s on the interwebz, I am also a blogger. With a unique voice, if not a unique name. I’m Just Another Jenny. But also, I’m really not. And as thousands of Jennys come of age, what I hope for us is that we all find our voices, speak the truth, and mother our children in positive ways that are anything but ordinary.

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