March was super busy for us, and I barely have any pictures to show for it. We spent a lot of time focusing on Lent, which was lovely and peaceful. But then the craziness started.
I had a wisdom tooth extracted in early March, which ended up being a snow day for Gianna and also began a weekend of her with a stomach bug. Luckily, this did not get passed to anyone else. Luckily, I healed quickly and other than my oral surgeon being featured on the TV show "Impractical Jokers" there is absolutely nothing interesting to report there.
The following weekend I went to the beach in Maryland to see all my best college girlfriends. It was awesome. We literally did nothing but talk and laugh for hours on end. Gianna was incredulous. "So...you just talked? That's it?" Sometimes that's all there needs to be!
But real life was waiting for me when I got home. Mark had a fever...the only symptom of a mercifully short virus. But I suspect Joe got it and looked like this for a week.
He just wanted to be held all the time. I felt so bad for the little dude, but it sure was exhausting. And the duration of his illness made me worried that this new and uncharacteristically whiny disposition was actually a new personality and my sweet, happy boy was gone forever. (I'm happy to report that he is back to normal and I can see that my fear was ridiculously pessimistic!)
And just as he started feeling better, Gianna developed a mysterious illness. I kept her home from school for 3 days because she had a very low fever and stomach ache and didn't want to eat. After finally taking her to the doctor (strep test proved negative and cold diagnosed), I sent her back to school on Thursday and Friday. She still wasn't acting like her normal self, but I thought school might help. Well, Friday afternoon, the doctor called to say that the more sensitive strep test came back positive. I was glad to have an answer and full of hope that she would start feeling better. Unfortunately, antibiotics cannot cure a mental block. She just got herself so upset and worried that she would be sick forever. I felt bad for her, but it was so frustrating to know that if she could just try not to think about being sick she would probably feel better.
Anyway, now that my readers (mom and Cristina) have fallen asleep, I can say that a trip to Grandma and Grandpa's for spring break helped her to put it all behind her and she seems to have made a full recovery...physically and mentally! Read what we did on spring break in my next post!
We had a mom and Gianna morning (with Joe as an accessory) at the mall. This day was the calm before the storm of illness!
