It's 11pm and I'm still up for two reasons. One we'll get to in a second, the other is because I love my brother so much that I'm making him a batch of Opie cookies. Dad's oven runs way too hot, so the first batch is edible, but not perfect. After that I dropped the temperature again and cut the time by 5 minutes (ugh, and these cookies take 20 minutes to cook so cooking for less time was ok by me) and the other batches came out looking and tasting pretty darn good. I hope he appreciates them. :)
The other reason I'm still up is the fact that we had a battle of the wills with Alice tonight. She's been having some major attitude and listening issues (it doesn't help that she's inherited major stubbornness from both sides of the family) lately and today she decided she wasn't going to eat her dinner. For three LONG hours she decided to be stubborn, throw a fit, scream and shout, and just about anything under the sun other than eat her food. Eventually she gave in and finished, but let me just say I hope we don't have a repeat of this any time soon.
Please pray that no more of us get sick, especially with Dad and James's big trip coming up. It started last night with Charles, we figure he ate some bad chicken salad at Subway on his way back home. He was miserable, but thankfully he felt much better in the morning. I am having a few issues myself, but so far I'm not sure that I'm sick. Matt, however, went home sick from work today. His stomach was really bothering him and he just couldn't make it through the day (his coworkers joked that it was because of his toilet hand). He must really be feeling awful because he never goes home sick unless he's really sick. I'm not sure what all he did when he got home, but when I talked to him he had crashed on the couch and eventually threw up. He's supposed to come down tomorrow night, we'll see if he makes it. I'll keep you posted.
Now I'm off to bed. Two and a half more days left at home. I don't want it to end.
