Sunday was normal.
Monday was quiet.
Tuesday, Nico set off the fire alarm at Sam's Club.
Wednesday, Early Afternoon: A friend came over for a play date and the children played in the pool all afternoon while the baby slept and we worked. And drank homemade iced mocha. Yummy!
Wednesday Evening: Nico went with Daddy to Blockbuster and the take-out Chinese place to grab fried cheese won tons (my favorite!) to go with dinner. Unfortunately, Nico decided to leave his lunch there, all over the floor. Daddy had never seen projectile vomiting.
Thursday morning, long before the sun ever rose: Nico was sitting on our bed, bowel in lap, vomiting.
Thursday, 3am: Daddy gave up on sleep and decided to get ready for work.
Thursday 6am: Daddy returned from an early morning trip to Wal-Greens for pedialyte to find a certain little boy sound asleep. Yeah! Except Daddy had to go to work.
Thursday, 7:40am: That certain little boy decided that he was "all better" and wanted to play. With someone. That someone turned out to be the sleeping baby.
Thursday 2pm: Just put everyone down for a nap when Daddy rang the doorbell. He was so sick he couldn't even open the door.
Friday morning: Friend from play date earlier this week calls to say that I must really hate her. Her son is now vomiting. Wants to know if it's swine flu. Probably, I tell her.
Later on, Friday morning: Nico had a melt down. I wouldn't let him go to co-op, but Mari got to go. Daddy called to remind me that tonight the guys are going to play pool, which reminded me that the girls are having a Pampered Chef party tonight. I called our favorite babysitter, but everyone is busy. Explains why some of the guys aren't going to play pool. They're watching their children because their wives are going to the party. Perhaps, the guys could reschedule for tomorrow night?
Friday, September 4, 2009
The Final Frontier:
Ok. So let's try this bloggy thing one last time. My life is just too interesting and funny not to share. And preserve for my children. Especially when they call at 2 am because they've just realized that the baby has thrown three of big brother's matchbox cars into the toilet. But not before flushing said toilet.
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