Seems everyone around Stoney Heights has a bug of some sort. The goats are receiving further parasite treatment. Seems this is just a regular thing--every 3 to 4 weeks, they'll need something until they're grown and have developed an immunity to them. (Maybe like when you go to a foreign country, you can't drink the water, but locals can b/c they have an immunity?)
Then there are the humans. Samuel, Shiphrah, and I all have some nasty stomach bug. No, I don't think it's at all related to what the goats have! Samuel has two new phrases that he's used regarding this bug, and I'm pretty sure he picked them up from the Beatrix Potter movies we've been laying in bed and watching this week: "Oh Dear!" (for when he hurts) and "I'm as poor as a mouse!" (in reference to his poor bottom!) While we feel rotten, I am glad that God has given me children who are capable of making me smile through it all, a husband who will bring me chocolate, a mom who will cook for us all, and the knowledge that this is not yet morning sickness!
The chickens and dogs are well!
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