How ironic is it that as I walk out of the room with her sister and as I round the corner she looks at me with a look of "uh oh" and sits down as quickly as she can.
"I was just watching Just Dance 4 Mom" she says in her raspy voice. Carrie Underwood's "Good Girl" is on the screen and she has little beads of sweat on her forehead.
After three days in bed, she is finally looking like she is feeling better. She is up and moving. Every cough, every pained look on her face, her flushed cheeks and blood shot eyes for the past three days just made me want to hold her and take away her pain--but only time could do that.
As your kids get older you feel that they try to exert so much independence and try to distance themselves from you. Getting sick is often a great way to know that they still need and want you. They don't complain when you rub their back or brush the hair out of their eyes or stroke their forehead and head.
I love these moments and will never allow myself to forget them.
I have to admit that I never knew that you could actually make chili powder until I ran out. Kind of like when I ran out of ibuprofen that one time and had three miserable angry, crying kids I dragged through the store. They were not happy with me. At all. And I ended up buying way more than I wanted to.
Back to the chili powder. I actually ran out one day and needed it for a recipe. Flipping through a magazine I ran across a recipe for chili powder.