Daily Drorbaugh: and the saga continues...

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

and the saga continues...

We're back in the hospital. Eli was readmitted Monday night with a fever and stomach pain. We did another CT Scan and it is not his appendix this time. The doctor's are trying to figure out what's causing the infection. I'm going to bed now and then back to the hospital. I'll update in a couple of days when we're (hopefully) home again.

2 comments:

kelleen said...: Are you serious? I can't believe this! (well, o.k., I guess knowing us I can) You poor people! I will give you a call to check on you- our prayers are with you!; March 26, 2009 at 8:52 AM
Sara said...: which hospital are you going to? Do you need me to watch emma while you spend time with him?; March 26, 2009 at 4:14 PM

Emma, "I like Rococo way better than Baroque. Maybe I'll be a famous painter and bring a new Rococo Renaissance to Utah!"

Eli (while looking at the grocery ads) exclaims, "What?! Yogurt is a dollar more than the Son of Baconator!"

Emma: "If world peace was only $3 I'd totally buy it. I don't know why everybody wants world peace anyway."

My brother only sits on me when I ask him to. Emma

Let me preface this one with the fact that I always buy wheat bread for my kids and one day David brought home a loaf of white for the kids to try.
Emma, "This white bread makes my sandwich taste like nothing." That's my girl.

Eli, "Mom what if I'm too shy to get married when I'm old?"
Mom, "Don't worry, you won't be shy when you're older."
Eli, "But what if I am?"
Mom, "Then you can find a girl who's shy to marry and you can be shy together."
Eli, "Oh...ok."

Emma, "Mom you have to listen to this awesome song, it rocks me all the time."

Eli, sobbing after getting his first bloody nose, "Mom, what if all the blood runs out of me, will there be any left?"

Emma, "Isn't it funny how the older dogs get the less cute they are?"

Mom, "What did you learn in church today?"
Eli, "I learned about Jesus and gold fish and animal crackers and fruit snacks."
Emma, "I want to be in Jr. Primary again."

Eli, "Mommy, I like Maylee now." (Maylee was 5 months old when he said this).

Emma, "Can you pause now so I can talk?"

Mom, "She doesn't know what Lent is."
Emma, "Yes I do! It's little pieces of black fuzzy stuff!"

Emma, "MOOOOOM, my toothbrush tastes like deodorant!"

Emma, "I'm going to pause my wonderness now,"

Mom, "Eli, go wake your Daddy up," Eli, "I can't, he's crunky to me in the morning."

Dad, "Don't lick things with brown stuff on them, as a general rule."

Emma, "Half-naked is my favorite kind of naked."