Holy cow! So ... it's been a while since I've written so I'll go thru the quick version of what has been going on.
- Darling hubby is FINALLY in the Navy Reserves and had his first duty weekend this past weekend.
- D'Angel was awarded Citizen of the Month by his school! NICE JOB BABY!
- Ziggy is had his "natz" chopped off!!! (thank GOD)
- Donovan is doing well in school
- Russ cut Gaby's hair ... grrrrr ...
- Halloween was fun
- Thanksgiving was crazy
- My mother in law was in town for 2 weeks ... seems like a long time, but we miss her
- I took on job # 3!
Ok ... now that that is over ... let's get to the "juicy" stuff ... for lack of a better word.
So ... my mother in law was in town for Thanksgiving. On her LAST evening here, she rocked Gaby to sleep. Awww ... picture perfect moment! Then ... it happened.
From the kitchen we hear her scream "Someone get something quick!" ... now that I have time to sit and think about this. What exactly does that mean? Someone go and get something! What if I was not a psychic?! Would I bring her a pair of socks? Would I bring her a shiny new half dollar?
So ... seeing as that my hubby had common sense he runs to get a towel and we both then run to the living room to see my Mother in Law holding the child from the movie "The Exorcist." WHOA ... this poor kid was hurling chunks like it was his business to do so. I never saw anything like that in my life. My poor baby was tossing his cookies ... and everyone else who had cookies as well. I run to the shower to turn on the water. My POOR mother in law is standing with "stuff" dripping all over her. I had no time to laugh ... I had a baby to clean up. So we throw him in the tub. We didn't really think about the drain and all of the stuff that would get stopped up in the drain. LOVELY ... Russ and I do "Rock Paper Scissor" to see who would scoop out the "yummy goodness" and he lost. I get the task of cuddling with my sick 18 month old and he get's to scoop out the tub. HA HA ... he sure did get the short end of the stick. ... or so I thought.
Thinking that the worst was over and that maybe he just had something that didn't sit well with him. We continued on with our night. Sitting him on the kitchen floor I opened up the fridge to get him some apple juice to get some liquid back into his body. Seemed like the right thing to do. I'm no Doctor ... so what! Next thing I know ... I'm a victim. Hubby rushes him to the sink ... but there was nothing left to come out. Poor Gaby was dry heaving. My mother in law suggests that we make some jello and not put it in the fridge ... we just water it down a little and give it to him in a sippy cup. HUH??? .. we look thru our cabinets. What do we find? BLUE jello mix. Russ and I shoot each other a look and he begins to mix the Jello mix. Gaby wanted nothing to do with it. All night we kept a vigil on him. He slept with us ... we kept a bucket for the "just in case." Finally at around 3 a.m. he dry heaved and was SOOOO exhausted that he took the sippy cup. YES!!!! he'll finally get some fluid back into his system. OR SO WE THOUGHT.
Have any of you ever walked into a house with WHITE carpet, WHITE furniture, WHITE sheets, WHITE curtains ... and thought ... "whoa I could never have this in my house I have kids!"??? Yeah ... those things don't pop into your head as your holding a sick baby at 3am with about 15 minutes of sleep the entire night. Blue juice went in ... Russ and I gave eachother a High Five and laid our exhausted heads back down. NOT a minute later ... Gaby starts to make that noise. You parents out there ... you know what noise I am talking about. The noise that will make your eyes shoot wide open in fear ... even if your deep into your REM sleep. That noise that will make the most evil of Vikings quiver! That noise that will makes horror movies look like chic flicks. YUP ... he was gonna be sick.
I just want to point out that it is very difficult to find a BIG HUGE WHITE bucket right next to your bed in the middle of the night when you are dead tired. Needless to say, I didn't make it on time. I blame this on my husband. He thought it would be a good idea to put the bucket on MY side of the bed. So ... blue jello-mix-kool-aid went all over the bed.
Gaby fell asleep finally around 4am. Whew ...
To make the rest of the story short ... Debbie (my mother in law), Russ and I caught what Gaby had. I thought I was on my deathbed. My son is a trooper... he did well when he was sick. I was SUCH a baby.
- Darling hubby is FINALLY in the Navy Reserves and had his first duty weekend this past weekend.
- D'Angel was awarded Citizen of the Month by his school! NICE JOB BABY!
- Ziggy is had his "natz" chopped off!!! (thank GOD)
- Donovan is doing well in school
- Russ cut Gaby's hair ... grrrrr ...
- Halloween was fun
- Thanksgiving was crazy
- My mother in law was in town for 2 weeks ... seems like a long time, but we miss her
- I took on job # 3!
Ok ... now that that is over ... let's get to the "juicy" stuff ... for lack of a better word.
So ... my mother in law was in town for Thanksgiving. On her LAST evening here, she rocked Gaby to sleep. Awww ... picture perfect moment! Then ... it happened.
From the kitchen we hear her scream "Someone get something quick!" ... now that I have time to sit and think about this. What exactly does that mean? Someone go and get something! What if I was not a psychic?! Would I bring her a pair of socks? Would I bring her a shiny new half dollar?
So ... seeing as that my hubby had common sense he runs to get a towel and we both then run to the living room to see my Mother in Law holding the child from the movie "The Exorcist." WHOA ... this poor kid was hurling chunks like it was his business to do so. I never saw anything like that in my life. My poor baby was tossing his cookies ... and everyone else who had cookies as well. I run to the shower to turn on the water. My POOR mother in law is standing with "stuff" dripping all over her. I had no time to laugh ... I had a baby to clean up. So we throw him in the tub. We didn't really think about the drain and all of the stuff that would get stopped up in the drain. LOVELY ... Russ and I do "Rock Paper Scissor" to see who would scoop out the "yummy goodness" and he lost. I get the task of cuddling with my sick 18 month old and he get's to scoop out the tub. HA HA ... he sure did get the short end of the stick. ... or so I thought.
Thinking that the worst was over and that maybe he just had something that didn't sit well with him. We continued on with our night. Sitting him on the kitchen floor I opened up the fridge to get him some apple juice to get some liquid back into his body. Seemed like the right thing to do. I'm no Doctor ... so what! Next thing I know ... I'm a victim. Hubby rushes him to the sink ... but there was nothing left to come out. Poor Gaby was dry heaving. My mother in law suggests that we make some jello and not put it in the fridge ... we just water it down a little and give it to him in a sippy cup. HUH??? .. we look thru our cabinets. What do we find? BLUE jello mix. Russ and I shoot each other a look and he begins to mix the Jello mix. Gaby wanted nothing to do with it. All night we kept a vigil on him. He slept with us ... we kept a bucket for the "just in case." Finally at around 3 a.m. he dry heaved and was SOOOO exhausted that he took the sippy cup. YES!!!! he'll finally get some fluid back into his system. OR SO WE THOUGHT.
Have any of you ever walked into a house with WHITE carpet, WHITE furniture, WHITE sheets, WHITE curtains ... and thought ... "whoa I could never have this in my house I have kids!"??? Yeah ... those things don't pop into your head as your holding a sick baby at 3am with about 15 minutes of sleep the entire night. Blue juice went in ... Russ and I gave eachother a High Five and laid our exhausted heads back down. NOT a minute later ... Gaby starts to make that noise. You parents out there ... you know what noise I am talking about. The noise that will make your eyes shoot wide open in fear ... even if your deep into your REM sleep. That noise that will make the most evil of Vikings quiver! That noise that will makes horror movies look like chic flicks. YUP ... he was gonna be sick.
I just want to point out that it is very difficult to find a BIG HUGE WHITE bucket right next to your bed in the middle of the night when you are dead tired. Needless to say, I didn't make it on time. I blame this on my husband. He thought it would be a good idea to put the bucket on MY side of the bed. So ... blue jello-mix-kool-aid went all over the bed.
Gaby fell asleep finally around 4am. Whew ...
To make the rest of the story short ... Debbie (my mother in law), Russ and I caught what Gaby had. I thought I was on my deathbed. My son is a trooper... he did well when he was sick. I was SUCH a baby.
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