I have come down with the fever thanks (but not really) to my sister, who likes to drink half bottles of water, and leave it around for us to finish it. I haaaaaaaaaaate being sick, and because my son is always crying to be carried, I'm hopelessly walking around the house with my stuffy nose, and coughs. Sometimes I think to myself that my son likes to give me the hardest time when I am at my weakest. He is going to be one sneaky-tricky-kid! Haha. Anyway, I tried to make my husband call in to work, but I have cried wolf too many times, that at the time I need him most, he's not believing it. I don't blame him at all (but he will have a pillow and blanket waiting for him in the living room! LOL, I'm kidding.) going to find the inner mommy in me and continue to nurture, love, and care for my Fa'amoana boy. Happy John Stockton day! Lol.
P.s.-the Peni family is definitely the biggest Utah jazz fans!
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