Kyra has a fever. She is sick probably for the 2nd time in her life. I feel terrible for her. This is when I wish she could talk, so I could rub her belly or her head or whatever it is that hurts. She is just so frustrated. I hate it.
I have lost all the ground I thought I had gained on getting her to stop nursing some. With her being sick it is like back to being a baby with nursing.
There is 4 more weeks of summer. I am ready for it to be over and school to begin. I see Kevin 12 more times and I cook 8 more times. Oh, it can’t go fast enough truly. I miss my bus and those kids on there.
Well, I am going to be done with this. I am going to work on sending some pictures to my sale sites, so check them out. Night…