Since the dawn of time people have troubled themselves over the question,

“Which came first? Chicken or egg?”

But here, in the land of Dawesome, we want to answer the question,

“Which is mightier? thumb or limb?”

You classic film buffs will know that this question has been put to the test before.

thumb?

OR

limb?

In Claudette’s case — it was the limb, no question!

But in the case of a certain gentleman who resides in our home it is most definitely and without hesitation

THE THUMB

Yes, my little man has found it!

He loves it.

It makes him very, very happy.

When I put him into bed each night I wait and watch as he plunks it into his mouth.

(He reminds me of Peter Ustinov as Prince John in Robin Hood)

He whimpers and cries until PLOP in goes the thumb and his whole body relaxes.

As he tugs away at that thumb, and I place a fluffy blanket over him I just WISH I could jump right in the crib, snuggle down in and join him…

it just so darn wonderful!

BLISS, people.

This is what is known as B L I S S !!!

EXCEPT

when it is.

So, not to get tooooo personal but I had that dreaded infection last week.

It was HORRENDOUS.

I was so ill that I couldn’t even stand.

Jan was flying home from Texas when I came down with it.

It was bad.

Real bad.

The girls had to make themselves dinner.

What did they have for din din?

Toast & Fresca.

(Please note that the Fresca can has it’s very own place mat. These are important details you don’t want to miss, friends!)

They were thrilled

&

proud of their accomplishment.

When I was sitting motionless on the sofa they asked,

“Why?”

I explained that I was sick.

Their response,

“We are sick too.”

Hmmm! Is that so?

I take OUR temperatures

Mine: 101

Theirs: 96.8

“What does that mean, mommy?”

“It means I really am sick and you are not. Now go to bed.”

Then the bed battle began, between Clara and myself.

In the end we made a compromise — she slept on the floor.

When Jan got home I was lying motionless in bed, moaning.

I had the chills, fever and my torso felt like it was on fire.

We had a good laugh the day after because my moaning was awesome! Jan said if I hadn’t been so sick he would have filmed me. I kinda wish he had, now.

In fact at one point in the night I woke myself up with a moan.

I can laugh now,

because

I

feel

great.

(& I hope you do to – feel great that is, I really hope you don’t have mastitis and that you NEVER will)