February 2003

Gareth laughs heartily at the end of his battle with a particularly virulent stomach virus.   Just days after Daddy left for London (ostensibly for 1 week) Gareth fell ill.  The next day mom followed, and was gloriously rescued from the bathroom floor by a posse of angels--Uncle Eric, Shahina and even Grandma and Grandpa Bloemeke from TN.
But sending mom to the hospital was not enough--that's right, Grandpa Bloemeke also got to take his very own tour of the North Fulton ER. 

Well, one thing is for sure--we are all saying special prayers of thanks for things like Lysol, and for washing machines with hot water.

Y'all stay healthy now, heah?

Gareth Grabs the Art Supplies--for Daddy's Birthday?  Valentine's Day?  Homecoming?

Hmmm...you may be thinking.  Now this is rather strange.  If Daddy was in London only 7 days, why is he not around for the presenting of the birthday sign?

Ah, my dears, because the bloody boss commanded 14 days over 7.

Then why would there be a picture of Gareth's first self-made valentine, and not a picture of Daddy holding it?

Ah, because 7 days more is always better than a mere 14.

Fortunately 21 proved to be the magic number.  Daddy is home now, and we are very relieved--and have a lot to celebrate!

Cheers!