Today felt so busy and yet we stayed home. Some of us are still in jammies (with pirate skirts on top) and some of us didn't wear pants at all because well, why not? We were home all day and so much happened -- or felt like it did.
We did horse vocabuarly, put together those fairy house wheat-grass and bean sprout kits which involved stragetic placement of mossy rocks and painted toadstolls, we busted open our new miscoscope and looked at slides of blood, guts and plants (and Paige drew what she saw..) there was doggie dress up and this momma mananged to get a box of books-to-donate out of the way. The husband brought home cupcakes and sandwiches as big as my head and DINNER too so cooking doesn't have to happen..and after all that craftin' and eatin' we are now splayed out in the living room watching Netflix.
I wrote the above yesterday, but didn't finish. Life got in the way in the form of scary movies thanks to early bedtimes, and snuggle time with my husband. And today was supposed to be our first sleepover party complete with nail painting and pizza but Paige woke up clutching her stomach (again) and it appears the virus lingers. It's almost 11am and the television has been on since 6am and I've offfered a plethora of teas and toasts but nope.
I decided that when it comes to my KIDS and SICKNESS I need to follow my gut. And my gut says that this is nothing more than a virus but that Paige's body is suffering due to diet. I think (know) that she has a gluten intolerance and that a Paleo diet is probably best for us..but saying it or typing it or THINKING about it doesn't really help us unless I put my mind to it, go through our pantry and DO IT. And that's not all - in addition to adapting the right diet for us, we need to SLEEP more. Wyatt's bedtime is like clockwork 7pm every single night but Paige is a night owl. I'm not going to compromise our special Paige-time in the evening, but it's going to be until 7:30 and not hours and hours later.
I have so much more to write but the kids are screaming cranky monster beasts. I have to make Paige a ginger lemonade, and scarf down the rest of my sandwich and try to get Wyatt out of the living room (where the TV is blaring and Paige is resting) to do some play-doh.