While I haven't stressed the seriousness of Eva's illness to the kids yet (Morgan left for Tar Hollow yesterday), Aidan still seems to understand. He said last night, "Well, that makes two." I said, "What do you mean?" "Well, first Spike, and now Grandma." Spike is my mom's Yorkshire Terrier, who had to be put down just a few weeks ago because of his old age - 13.
His comment really made me think about the belief that things like this happen in threes. I soooo hope there's not a number 3 anytime soon - these are hitting just too close to home!
As an aside, as I was putting him to bed last night, he said, "I don't feel well," and threw up. Luckily, I grabbed his shirt and pulled it up, so there was nothing to clean up in his room, and just a little around the toilet. After we cleaned him up and brushed his teeth, he said he felt better, and went to bed ok. He seemed to be feeling fine this morning as we went to church, too. Must have just been a bug that didn't agree with him!
(4:50 p.m.) Erica just came out from Eva's room and said she was awake and joking around. She said, "Let's get out of here!" Apparently, she still has some sense of humor!
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