Last night Kalyn woke up screaming, "Mommy!"  Because I have a stomach bug, I sent Heath to get her.  She came into my room sobbing because she had a bad dream.  The dream?  A bumblebee was chasing her and finally stung her.  Apparently I screamed, then Daddy killed the bumblebee.

It made me think.  I wish my nightmares were so innocent.  My nightmares include much worse scenarios than bumblebees and bugs.  I think it is so sad that adults have so much more to be worried about than young children.  I wish I could have a nightmare about a bee.

I've been home sick since late yesterday morning--I got whatever the girls had last week.  Hopefully it passes soon.  Heath has been great taking care of me and the girls, and even bought us a slushy/snow cone maker last night.  You'd have thought he bought Kalyn a pony as excited and happy as she was.  I love seeing my children smile.  So sweet!