Is it really still Saturday?

(It's been a lonnnnnnnnng few days.)

Kate is sick. Like the first real sick that she's been where she was old enough to understand what was going on. The first real sick that has kept her up at night. And she's a beast. She woke up early Thursday morning, just after midnight, completely congested and miserable. I didn't see it coming, and it's been a roller coaster since then. She's slept about half of her normal amount. And I've slept even less, of course. The first night, she would only sleep on my chest while I was sitting up. Not the best position for me to try to catch any sleep, but it seemed to work for her. She slept a little more last night. We slept together in our spare bed, and she insisted on having her head in my armpit most of the night. She seems to be in a little better spirits today, and she's taken two decent naps in her crib. We'll see how the night goes. It was nearly 1 a.m. before she fell asleep last night. She still has a fever. So no church for us tomorrow unless a miraculous healing takes place overnight. This was supposed to be my first week playing with the praise team. Guess I'll live. ;)

"Love at Last Sight" challenge is going well, I think. I've actually read the book like you're supposed to, so that's a step in the right direction. I'm going to hate to miss tomorrow's sermon. Guess I'll listen to it online on Monday. Glad that's an option!

No news on Kraig's grandpa. I guess no news is good news for now.

In other news, Kraig thinks he's getting sick. Oh joy.