Sick, Snow, Soup Saturday

That pretty much sums it up.

I started feeling bad yesterday.

This morning I woke up with what felt like an elephant sitting on my chest and I could barely talk.

Yuck.

And it was SNOWING.

Oh, how I love snow.

(I don't even mean that sarcastically--I REALLY do love snow!)

I decided I needed to make homemade chicken noodle soup.

Monte brought me some from a grocery store last night

bless his heart

but it just

wasn't 

the same.

Since we live right by an enormous university that was hosting their rival in a football game at noon,

Monte once again experienced being in a grocery store 

all by himself.

I left the whole chicken simmering in a pot on the stove to take a bath and when I came back downstairs, I briefly got an unclogged whiff of the chicken

which we all agreed

reminded us of my grandmother.

Her chicken noodles are just the best.

Good news:  Ellie is fever free but still not feeling her 100% self.

She pretty much stayed on the couch all morning.

She loved the chicken noodle soup.

So did I, but not sure I could completely taste it.

Not a good sign 

when I used the Neti Pot 

and when I did the "I'm a little teapot" tilt 

NOTHING came out the other side. 

Before I could comletely finish the thought of "Where did it…?" 

I got a throat full of salty saline 

and "whathaveyou".

Sorry. That was gross.

I made A LOT of the homemade chicken noodle soup so I can reheat some for dinner and I stuck the rest into the freezer for another time.

There is soup in there, I promise.
No boiling bunnies. Looks a bit creepy.

Rejuvenated from the medicinal qualities of the soup, Ellie said she felt like painting.

I helped her cut a piece of foam core and cover the table with a plastic table cloth.

She decided to paint a lighthouse since my mother, Mimi, as the girls call her, loves lighthouses.

Isn't this good?

Look at the shading on the lighthouse!

And today is her birthday.

We were supposed to be together to celebrate.

But, in case you haven't heard, we had a thrown together Thanksgiving and Ellie had a fever that would NOT go away.

But it all worked out as it should have because a nasty cold 

makes a terrible birthday present.