On Friday, I was sick so it seemed like a good day to have a lazy day. We dragged a mattress out into the living room, watched Christmas movies, and had our traditional sleepover by the Christmas tree.
I've watched While You Were Sleeping more than any movie but this weekend was the first time I noticed that Lucy had the same sheets that I had growing up ;)
By Saturday night, I thought I was feeling better so we got hot chocolate, drove around to see Christmas lights, and walked around the Riparian Preserve for the Riparian After Dark event. This is a picture of us pretending to have fun because Jack and I lost steam really fast and we ended up bailing after 10 minutes and going home!
On Sunday, I was feeling better, but Jack wasn't :( We kept our mattress out all weekend and Jack fell asleep through all of our noise, a sure sign that he wasn't feeling 100 percent.
By that evening, Jack seemed to be feeling better but Spencer wasn't feeling too great. In order to give Spencer some space (because David is obsessed with Spencer and won't leave him alone when he's home) I took the kids out to see more Christmas lights while Spencer barfed his guts out in peace and quiet. We found a cul-de-sac that was doing free train rides and a "Walk through Bethlehem." I love that my boys were perfectly fine in t-shirts, shorts and flip flops. Christmas in Arizona is the best :)
After the boys went to sleep, Jack woke up and projectile peanut-butter-vomited all over everything BUT the barf bowl, including David, then fell back to sleep 😩🤦🏼♀️ I had to wake them up, bathe them, and scrape chunks of vomit off their clothes, sheets and pillows before washing and changing the sheets. I was feeling sorry for myself until I remembered that Spencer’s cousin’s sweet baby passed away last night. I don’t know them well, nor can I begin to imagine their grief, but with them in mind, I began scraping chunks of barf with love and gratitude in my heart and with a prayer for a family who had to say goodbye to their baby much too soon. Life can change so quickly and so drastically and I’m so grateful for my family, barf and all.
(I haven't enjoyed a peanut butter sandwich since Jack was 18 months old or so. His throw up always smells peanut-butter-sandwichy since that is a staple in his diet and now the smell of peanut butter sandwiches just remind me of throw up! haha) Also, I don't understand how my kids act fine during the day but almost always throw up in the night?!
Monday was a recovery day of all of us. David's morning hair was pretty awesome!
I think we are in the clear now and hoping for a better week and weekend!
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