The sun is (kind of) shining, the wind has (almost) stopped whipping the blossoms off the apple trees, the girls are (essentially) better.
A wild gust of wind swept through the orchard and pitched our trampoline into the sky, then dropped it with a mighty thump, rendering it a crumped heap of springs and bars.
I roused early Sunday morning to see Steve sitting on the bedside holding a card. “Happy Mother’s Day, Amanda! Read your card!” he prompted.
When your almost three year-old wakes up and sputters, “I’m sick,” you should believe her.
Because 20 minutes after she’s been up, the barfing will begin.
There was a message on my machine today from my doctor who reported that my iron is indeed very low and that I need to start taking supplements immediately.
I made an appointment for later this week to get some bloodwork done to check my iron levels, and I might just have them take a look at my thyroid levels while they’re at it.