Pillow, I Hardly Knew Ye

Sunday morning when I woke her up - Sadie announced to me that she had thrown up. Now, given this is Sadie, the first thing I ask her is "what did you get into?" I couldn't find any evidence in her favorite hiding places suggesting she had gotten into any cough syrup or eaten an entire tin of my ginger mints followed by Matt's deodorant (yes, she has taken a bite of all three before) so I felt confident I didn't need to go have her stomach pumped. So, she stayed home from church. Since I got tagged to play the organ for the back up organist (which makes me the back up back up I suppose), followed by 2 hours of playing the piano in primary, to be followed by playing the piano for choir practice; Matt got the extreme pleasure of being the parent to stay home from church with the sicko. (I have a sneaking suspicion that he is starting to regret not having stuck with those piano lessons.) So he wouldn't get bored just having to tend to one sick spewing child, I let him keep Adam at home too (who was doing some spewing of his own - though out the other end, gotta love those intestinal bugs) and also Nathan, who had copious amounts of green goo issuing forth from his nostrils. I as forlornly and apologetically as possible, donned the requisite Sunday outfit and a pair of heels and minced off to church with the older three spewless, goo-less children. When I returned home, Matt was happy to report there was no more spewing of any kind and we figured all was good.

Monday night we got the dreaded 2 am visitor. "Mommy, I'm sick!" Cue lights and action! We managed to get Garrett to the bathroom in time and then settled him down with a bucket and towel and tried to get back to sleep.

3 am: The baby starts crying. I lay still in bed, my eyes closed, hoping he's just fussing and will settle down in a little bit. Then, I hear it - the telltale sound of a child being sick. Cue lights and action! I passed off the baby to Matt who got the fabulous job of cleaning him up. I got the fabulous job of stripping and remaking the crib and procuring clean, dry pajamas. Once we get Nathan settled down again, we hear Adam moaning in his sleep. I said to Matt "and he will be the next to hurl . . ." We settled back down into bed and I told Matt as we tried to grab whatever shards of sleep left to us that night, "The good news is - 50% of our children have now been sick and so we are halfway done." Adam manages to hold off until 2 minutes after Matt leaves for work at 6 am and right before I send Trent out the door for seminary. I'm starting to run out of buckets. I'm rummaging in my food storage for open cans. No one wanted the can that had had the minced dehydrated onions in it, because, and I quote "I don't like onions!" Whatever. All told, I got about 2 hours of sleep, Matt claims 2 and 1/2.

Last night Matt and I were both asleep before 10. No nocturnal visitors. Maybe we'll get lucky and there won't be a round 2. Maybe.

Sunday Special Done Monday Style - Feb 23rd

Alright, I admit it - there is an awful lot of Nathan on this here blog, especially lately. What can I say? He's cute and sweet and often tastes like peanut butter and usually has a bruise or two on his forehead. Who wouldn't love all that? Besides, he's also growing up way too fast. He followed me into my bedroom this day, closed the door, parked himself on the floor and refused to leave until I took his picture. I made it black and white for variety and also to disguise the fact that he has a bruise on his forehead and a smear of peanut butter over most of his face.

I'm just going to have to tell the other kids it's time to bring on their A games if they want to make a Sunday Special, because there is just some stiff competition going on there.

Sunday Special Feb. 15th - Valentine's Schmalentines, We Had a Birthday!

On Saturday, the Monkey House was abuzz - not with excitement over Valentine's Day, but because a certain little occupant of the Monkey House was turning 2!

Preparations were made. While I busied myself with the cake and a special meal, the kids busied themselves with special table decor. They've had plenty of practice drawing on the walls - so this was a piece of artistic cake.

The theme for this occasion was dinosaurs. Nathan has taken a liking lately to the scaly reptiles. Why? Well because dinosaurs are fun, big and noisy and they like to eat people!

A special meal prepared - all the preferred edibles for the little guy. Dinosaur chicken nuggets, homemade mac and cheese, pineapple and tator tots! For a 2 year old, he has a very discerning palate!

Present time!

Cake time!

Nathan was a little uncertain about the lit candle and just exactly what he was suppose to do about that.

After the cake was cut and served however, he had no confusion as to what to do next!

Nathan looking at Trent as if to say: "If you were any brother at all, you would hand over that cake to the birthday boy!"

Happy Birthday Sweet Little Man!
February 14th, 2009

Sunday Special - Who Stole the Cookies from the Cookie Jar?

Was it you?

Who Me??!!

Yes you.

Couldn't be!!
Then who?

Uhhhh, Daddy did??!!