Smiling Mom

Often while I’m at work I get photo upda­tes of the kids day, thanks to Hubby’s favo­rite toy.

Today was no excep­tion.  BC has been fee­ling pretty sick this week.  We’ve spent every day, since Mon­day, near a toi­let.  Hubby said that BC had the flu.  I didn’t believe him.  Aside from the inces­sant runs, BC see­med fine.

Until today.

First I got this photo sent to me just before 8:00 A.M.  BC slee­ping any­time besi­des after 7:30 P.M. is abso­lu­tely unheard of.  This was not a good sign.

Then I got a text.

eClaire has the runs.  BC does too.

Crap.

eClaire clearly caught what BC has.

Then I got this photo.

It was deci­ded that the kids would have a “Movie in Paja­mas Day”.

Unfor­tu­na­tely that pic­ture was shortly follo­wed by the follo­wing text.

BC threw up all over the bed and him­self.  Now he’s thro­wing up in the toi­let.  AND eClaire is on the other toi­let with the runs.

Need­less to say, it was a rough day here.  None of us really smi­led much today. BC’s never expe­rien­ced thro­wing up before.  It frea­ked him the eff out.  Seriously.  I gua­ran­tee he will remem­ber today for the rest of his life.

Hubby was an angel.  There was mini­mal com­plai­ning, loads and loads of laundry, two baths each, and a clean house by the time I got home.

Angel.  He ear­ned a place in bed with me tonight!  Hehe    Thank good­ness it’s a king sized bed though… neither one of us wants to risk breathing on the other for fear of pas­sing the plague!

Cros­sing my fin­gers for two healthier kids by mor­ning… hoping, but not expecting.

The kids, Hubby and I went to the pump­kin patch today.  We had a blast.  I’m telling you.  Hea­ding out to a pump­kin patch on a Mon­day ver­sus Satur­day or Sun­day is WAY bet­ter!! There were no crowsds.  I’ve upda­ted my pho­tos.  To view, just click on over.

Text Mes­sage:

Me: Nonnie’s dead.

Him: Call me!

Me: Never mind. Damn hams­ter is still alive

Him: Uhhh. Big Difference!!!!

Me: Ya. You wouldn’t have got­ten a text for that. Duh!!

Him: Dork.

Him: I was all excited.

(about the hams­ter, not about my mom…let’s cla­rify.)

Me: Me too I poked it and she didn’t res­pond.  I think she’s on her way out though.  Cros­sing fingers.

Things get a little tricky when your son names his hams­ter after your mom!