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The Blessings of Being Sick (but not too sick) with Your Sister

A couple of weeks ago Sarah was sick and missed a day of church and a few days of school.  I don't usually take kids to the doctor until they have been sick for at least two weeks, but after ten days I felt like she needed to go.  She did have a sinus infection as I suspected, but also the beginnings of pneumonia; I'm glad I didn't wait any longer!  She got on an antibiotic and is doing much better.  However, she is having a hard time going back to school.  It has been a struggle to get her ready in the mornings and she has been crying at school too.  So today her teacher and I decided I would make her a chart so that she can earn happy faces each time she gets ready for school without a fuss and when she is happy at school.  She will earn a Lalaloopsy doll she has been wanting when the chart is filled with happy faces.  I hope it works.  She is generally happy and I don't know what has gotten into her.  She shared her germs with her sisters who now have stuffy noses, coughs and fevers.

While they haven't been to church or school this week they have been bonding with each other.  The big deal about that is that they don't usually play together.  They don't always find something they both want to do and they each have their own friends and they rarely mingle with each other very much lately.  It has been great watching them play with the new Legos they received for Christmas and look up other sets they would like to acquire in the future.  Even when they are reading or watching a movie they have done it together. 

Emma would like to go to a summer camp that is owned by Alpine School District.  It costs $100.  Which is very reasonable, but still a large amount for someone who doesn't have a job.  She decided she would like to sell baked goods to help pay for it.  I helped her make an order form so she can go door to door taking orders when she is feeling better.  She and Estelle have been roll playing going to the door and taking the orders as well as making the deliveries.  They practice what to say if someone says they aren't interested and how to take down the information needed if someone does order. 

It has been great for them to have a sick buddy so they haven't been bored hanging out with me all day.  I hope their amiable playtime continues when they feel better.  One of my greatest joys as a mother is watching my children play happily together.  Hopefully Sarah returns to her usual happy self very soon.

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