Super Bowl. Strike that. Super ER Visit

Monday morning Henry has his final test for first grade math.  It was a four page test.  He was excited to finish his math book, but he was not excited to take a long test.  I told him to do his best and let him go to work.  He turned it in and kept asking if he missed any.  I went through the first page, all correct; second page, all correct; third page, all correct.  The fourth page was filled with double digit addition and subtraction problems.  He missed one of each.  He completely and totally melted down, bawling.  I was trying to tell him how well he did and how proud I was of him, but he just cried loudly and said he didn't care.  Actually, given your display of anguish, you care very much.  I put a congratulatory sticker on the top of his test and after a bit he accepted his two missed problems.  The sticker got a small smile out of him.  We talked about how it is good that he wants to do well and get everything right, but we also talked about proper reactions to missed problems.

Not a happy camper.

The next day he began second grade math and he was a happy camper again.

Monday afternoon we also went to a friend's house to play.  It is the family with five children, so there was someone for everyone.  The kids all got along really well and they had a great time together.  As we left, Josiah asked to take a picture with their dog and then the other two wanted to join in (although they didn't want to look at the camera).  They really do want a dog!

When we got in the car to leave, Caroline announced that their little boy of the same age told Caroline that he wanted to marry her.  She has actually told us this several times.  We told her that when he graduates from school and gets a job we'll consider it.

Mid-week, Todd got sick and stayed home for the rest of the week.  I still took the boys to karate and their church activities, leaving Caroline at home to care for Todd.  She was a good little nurse and wouldn't leave his side.  She also was happy to watch her favorite TV station for 3 hours straight.

Todd was actually sick for most of the week with a fever and congestion issues.  We nursed him as well as my germophobe self could, but he may not agree.  I don't think he appreciated that I was constantly walking behind him wiping down everything he touched with a Norwex cloth (they're amazing cloths).  He definitely got tired of my, "Don't touch that, I'll get it for you."  The kids made him Get Well Cards, but were instructed to "drop them on the bed - don't touch anything and wash your hands when you get back downstairs."  We didn't know what he had, but suspected it could have been the flu given how rampant it has been here.  (I really didn't want three kids sick with the flu.)  By Saturday he seemed to be getting better, but then his breathing got worse today.  Fearing it could (or already had) turned into pneumonia, we went to the Urgent Care who sent him to the ER.  They ruled out the flu and pneumonia, but diagnosed him with severe bronchitis.  Coupled with his asthma, he was having trouble breathing!  Three nebulizer treatments later, he was doing a bit better.

The kids and I originally hung out in the ER waiting room.  They were super well behaved.

Then Todd called us back to his room.  The nurse gave us all face masks, which the kids thought were great.  But it took all of 2 minutes to be in his room to realize it was a very bad idea.  There were two chairs for 4 of us.  Henry wanted to sit in a particular spot because Todd had the football game on, Caroline also wanted to sit in that exact same spot.  So, we decided to wish him well and said, "Text us when you're done!"
When we did go back to pick him up, the kids got in the car and immediately put their masks back on.  I didn't tell them to do it, so when I turned around it cracked me up.

He was happy to get home and eat and rest and breath better.  I wish I had gotten a picture of him, because he was wearing his super cool baja from the 90's.  Every time he wears it he does the Luke Perry side punch from the 90210 opening. 

Caroline and I stopped off for bread and milk on our way home from church this afternoon.  The store was filled with samples for the Super Bowl.  Guess who loves kale salad when it comes in a little plastic cup?

My favorite Henry quote of the weekend.  He said this as he was walking down the stairs having just gotten dressed for the day.
"Yeah, I don't like to wear matching stuff.  I like to wear things you can tell apart."
Mission accomplished.

So, here begins another week.  We are really hoping for Todd to get better soon and for no one else to fall ill.