I'm being sarcastic. There are no roses coming up here.
If I could use one word to describe our last six days in Ohio it would be this: illness.
I've been sick. (Thought I was going to die.)
Craig was sick. (He thought the same thing.)
|This poor child.|
And Lila, poor, sweet Lila... she's been sick since SATURDAY. The worst kind of sick, too. (I'll spare you the details.) Throw in a 102-103 degree fever yesterday and a 101-101 so far today...
...and her surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. The one that we planned this whole trip around. The one that required 3 solid weeks before the ENT would ok her to fly back to Cabo.
[insert heavy sigh]
Such is life.
On a positive note, Vivienne is feeling exceptionally well.
Happy Independence Day!