Does my throat look swollen and patchy to you?

I used up all of my writing skills and brain cells on school work. So instead I will share pictures with you and give you a bullet pointed list of my life this past week.

• Jay has Strep throat
• Strep throat = I hate life
• Let me tell you something. A three year old with Strep throat is like the devil himself coming to live with you. And crawling into bed with you. And breathing his little devil strep throat germs directly into your face. Oh God. My throat hurts.
• No really, it hurts. Damn it.
• Hey, take a look at my throat. Does it look all swollen and patchy? Does it? Because it FEELS swollen and patchy. DAMN IT.
• Do I have a fever? Because I think I have a fever. Do I feel warm to you? I bet I feel warm.
• I think I am going to lay down now.
• Also, Chris has an ear infection and Ella’s first tooth is popping out. I found it today as she rammed my fingers into her mouth and mawed on them as if I had covered them in hollandaise sauce.
• I do not know what hollandaise sauce is.
• I think it is like a cheese sauce and you pour it over rabbit.
• I think you cook the rabbit first.
• O.k., enough with the bullet points, since obviously I don’t know how to use them.

Week in review. Sick, sick, work, work, study, study, WTF how is it the weekend already I haven’t updated my blog yet, it can’t be the weekend already, I need to update my blog and I have to do it before the weekend otherwise no one will ever come back to my blog because they will think I am dead or I hate them and, and, and, waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.

• Back to bullet points because I am less prone to wild emo run-on sentences when I use them, even if I use them incorrectly, kind of like those people who put things in quotation marks arbitrarily as if they are for emphasis, but they are totally “not” and gawd, does THAT drive me nuts, oh looky. Another run on sentence.
• Whoops.
• Bullet points are “not” very helpful for preventing run-on sentences.
• Does my throat look swollen and patchy to you?
• I am going to lay down.
• Enjoy the pictures.
• They have been loaded at random, and may even include pictures of Ella’s birth. Or mine.
• But, seriously. Does my throat look swollen and patchy to you?

From Jay's Birthday Weekend...

Exploring the farm:

Sofie:


A tractor ride:

Thinking... or pooping?

Meanwhile, back in the kitchen...

Jay, Sofie and Mrs. Schultz on the farm:


I present you: Roscoe. The Smartest Dog Ever. Ever. Dude. Seriously.

Jay's birthday cake:


Sofie running away from the camera:


Sheep on the Schultz Farm:

Second birthday celebration...

And today we went to MapleFest. Because nothing is more than fun than taking a sick three year old to a crowded, cold, outdoor festival. Heh.

Hmmmmm...It actually could have been more fun, now that I think about it.

Anyway, we watched it go from this:



Into these:

Then turn into this:

Waiting in line for maple syrup ice cream sundaes (good for strep throat).

Ella: Mom, I told you we should have left him at home... Can I have his ice cream?


The recipe (should you have many, many sugar maple trees and also the time to watch over the process twenty four hours a day, seven days a week for about, oh... five freaking weeks):