Lloyd Infirmary

This Lloyd household has been renamed the infirmary. We have been so overwhelmed with sickness. Several sickly strands swirling about, Viral stomach flu's, coughing, sneezing, running nose flu's, need lot's and lot's rest flu's. We have managed to share them with everyone having one of these little virus's more than once. You really do confirm that you love someone with all your heart when you are cleaning up their throw up the 3rd time that day. We have mountains and mountains of laundry to climb, and then wash and dry. I have never loved the smell of Lysol so much in my life, and I just thank God, for cold washcloths, and cuddly fuzzy socks, and warm blankets, sprite, and hunky Horatio Hornblower to watch over and over, on Dvd.

So as I sip my chicken and rice soup, I will tell you what has been wonderful about this whole experience, to crawl in bed with your children and let them know you are there for them, and read them a good bed time story, before prayer time.

Our favorite during this time has been- Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe---Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew."Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old moon asked the three."We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we!" Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe,And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew.The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea---"Now cast your nets wherever you wish--- Never afeard are we"; So cried the stars to the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam---Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home;'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed As if it could not be,And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea--- But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head,And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed.So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be,And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea, Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

The poem was comforting to the boys, Ellie and me. The poem is by Eugene Field, and you can visit the Eugene Field House and Toy museum, here in St. Louis just visit http://www.eugenefieldhouse.org/