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Sick Puppies

Sorry for the delay in posting.
Good to hear from you, Sara! You're the one that got us started on this puppy road! Hugs to you and the girls.

Went to Lewiston this week for Zach's baseball tournament. They played great, two great games, but couldn't pull off a win. The third game they got blown out. Then the fourth game they played the Bruins, an upper level legion team from Walla Walla...and they beat them! Hooray!

We took the puppy, but she had to spend the night at the vets before we could, because she got into the cat food and made herself soooo sick. Thursday, I took Zach & Sam back to WW for driver's ed, and picked up Kenny & Luke. Took the puppy to the vet, and went back to Lewiston. Mindy took Amy & Kate to Cinderella and for pedicures. Then Friday, Alazar took Zach and Sam to driver's ed and back. Then Mindy brought the girls and the puppy. Whew! All together, all happy right? Wrong. I got sick Saturday night. Threw up 30 times in about 10 hours. Mindy and Kenny took me to the ER. Gallstones. Ick. Plus a high white count. So, back home now, meeting with the surgeon next week.

Can nothing ever go simply for us? Guess not.

But until I started getting sick, it was a great time! Mom and Dad are here helping out. Denise & Darren & Jake came and got the kids.

PS. In the middle of all this somewhere, I bought the kids a car...a Toyota 4Runner. It's cute. Old, but cute and runs well. Pic coming soon. First thing the boys did was put a WW Football sticker on it!

Hugs to all...


  1. Hugs to us? It seems more like it should be "Hugs to You." Doesn't sound like you have a fun week ahead at all, Yikes! If there is anything at all I can do for you, transport kids, make a meal and deliver it, whatever it is I am there. Take care and know I will be saying a prayer for you. Hey, one good thing is you won't have any choice but to rest!


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