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Watching TV this evening a promo came on for Charlie and the chocolate factory (new one- plus the original too). Elizabeth, apparently, was watching very seriously and paying attention. After it ended she turned to me and said:

“mommy? Mommy we need to go there. I would really like to see that factory. Yes, I would like to go to that factory and eat.”

me: “Um… that’s a movie Elizabeth. Would you like to watch the movie?”

“yes. We will have popcorn and watch it. Then you will take me there on a vacation.”

me: “Sweetie, it’s a pretend movie. Like Underdog. It’s not a real place.”

“Well… (sigh and deep breath) Ok. But can we go to another chocolate factory?”

I love, love, love how she talks, thinks, and the ideas she comes up with. I am going to scrap a page about the word “well” because she starts so many sentences with it these days. And after it, she ALWAYS pauses like this- Well…. (then her thought). Love life with the 3 year old. Don’t think I’m ready to explain that we’re going to Hershey, PA at the end of the month… I’ll save that for the plane ride…

1am tv

still way sick… but my “brain fog” that I had for the last few days is lifting, so that’s good. Being this sick, and having Elizabeth sick along with me, it brings back strangely fond childhood memories of being sick. See, in my house, being sick was actually made fun by my mom. I think it was partly because my sister got so terribly ill all the time (bronchitis, pnemonia) that she had to infuse happy stuff into it. I didn’t get the super bad illness my sister got very often, or as harsh, but I did get a bit sick most of the times she did… so I remember all the routines.

The special foods (chicken soup, gingerale, saltines…), the movies we watched (sleeping beauty, white christmas, beach party, other disney classics, and some oldies too), and I very distinctly remember being up at 1am while my sister did her inhaler/medicine machine thing that she had to breathe in/out for 30 minutes. We’d lay on the sofa bed (living room was where we lived during illness- always) and watch a movie before returning to sleep.

At the time, I never would have thought that movies in the middle of the night (we had no cable- so it was always movies) would become a fond childhood memory. And last night, as I gave Rebecca her 1am bottle, and Elizabeth crept out of bed to tell me her nose was stuffy and she needed crackers I remembered it. We put Rebecca back to bed, and Elizabeth and I just layed on the couch and watched TV (cartoons, of course) for about 2 hours. Memories of time spent with my mom and sister came flooding back, and despite being so sick myself… I smiled.

and the point, to this totally random post is this. Times of challenge, illness, and other bad times can actually hold good memories. Memories that can and should be preserved (if you journal or scrapbook), and there might be traditions worth passing on to your own future generations.  Now I’ve finished sipping my chicken and star soup, so I’m back to bed.

Until next time, take care and have a happy day.

hey from Fresno!

Here in fresno for a charity crop, and I’m crazy sick and have to go to a local dr. tomorrow before the crop for tests. They didn’t understand why I’d come here sick. (duh! couldn’t cancel this!!) So I’m hoping an early night with loads of sleep and water drinking will help… until next time here is my favorite pair of shoes. I’m adding rhinestones asap…

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