Awesomest week ever.

So here's how it goes.

Monday 6:30 a.m. - bleh, bleh coming from Thatcher's bed. Yep, lots of puke all ovet the sheets. Multiple more pukes throughout the morning. Multiple loads of wash done. Puking slows.
8:00 p.m. Bedtime.
10:30 p.m. More puking. More laundry. No sleep for Chris, only some for Ann.

Tuesday. Less puking, clear liquid diet only. Diarrhea starts. Diarrhea starts on the carpet! Oh #@^%! 1 hour + of carpet cleaning. Definitely need to keep diapers closer at hand.
Tuesday night - diarrhea blow outs x 3. Awesome. Best night of sleep ever.

Wednesday. Still puking. Not enough to warrant a doctor visit. A phone call to the doctor's office reports that 3 - 5 days of this is 'normal'. Awesome. Ann continues to become grouchier and grouchier.

Thursday. More puking. Lots of popsicles are consumed. Lots and lots of laundry and puked on sheets and towels. Somehow, Ann has convieniently avoided getting puke down the neck. That's a first! Another call to the doctor - yes, really, 3-5 days is normal. I mean we're on day four here! It's not very normal that I hope my child is LESS than average. . . Puking does seem to slow, he starts saying, "no my do it" for everything - so he's getting some back to normal.
8:00 pm bedtime. Only wakes up once and YES! no puke in the bed.

Friday. Wakes up ravenous. Downs 3 bowls of cereal. Plays for approx. 30 min - then pukes all over the chair and floor (yep, carpet again). So I try to carefully carry him to the shower to limit the carpet cleaning. I put him in the shower and then return to clean the mess. MMMM I love puke. Apparently so does the dog, as he is now eating the puke, as well as covering his face, chest and legs in it. Honestly.

That's it. I call the doctor for an appointment. I got him some zofran, and if this doesn't stop it, we're going to the hospital for IV fluids. This may top my list as one of the worst weeks ever. And guess how it all started? Easter candy. Lots and lots of easter candy. I can tell you what I'm never going to be eating again. . .

More Grandparents, Painted Nails, and Puke

The best part about Grandparents coming to visit - cuddling before bed! Gretchen made sure everyone got turns reading her bedtime books. She also enjoyed the shopping - although we didn't enjoy having her come! She threw an awesome tempertantrum, or three. Thatcher casually cuddled up to Grandma to request lots of Diet Coke! She, also casually, painted my little boys toenails! Naughty grandma. . . . The worst news is that he held very still and is excited that they are pink!

Thatcher enjoyed kickin' it with Grandpa on the couch. The bad news is that shortly after this moment, I picked him up to put him to bed and he PUKED all over me! MMMMMMM! I love puke down my shirt! I don't think he was stomach flu sick, but he did have a fever for a few days. I am thinking it was related to some teething. He took advantage of every moment and wouldn't allow me to do anything. He wanted to sit in my lap and watch tv all day. When I try to turn on kid shows for him he makes a car sound and moves his arm around in circles. I finally figured out he wanted to watch vehicles driving on tv! He finally settled on NASCAR. Uncle Dave would be so proud.