But if I were going to offer one, I'd start by asking some questions. Questions like, "How close are you to a Starbucks drive-through?" "Do you have easy access to a variety of high-quality medications?" "Are you comfortable with the idea of needing a cattle prod -- or possibly a border collie -- to control your herd of young?"
Ok, it's not just that, it's also the never ending string of sickness that is my life for 2011. Back to the doctor today: new medicine for Wyatt, and Ava is on the wait and see list. Unfortunately it's the "she can't hear her dad hacking up his lungs in little tiny pieces from two feet away" wait and see list. I picked up a megaphone along with Wyatt's prescription today, so that should mean I can actually talk to Ava again, but I'll probably have to put Wyatt outside while I do so. I am, however, so so thankful that I have so far avoided these killer germs, because I'm pretty sure all that coughing would send our little girl-to-be to a very early birth.