That all changed Sunday night.
She had been feeling a little "off" over the weekend, but nothing major. Then Sunday night came and brought with it some stomach pains. No announcement here. She's not pregnant and I doubt I'd be announcing it to the world through my blog anyway. In case you are new to me, I am a fan of misdirection, so I hope the title threw you off a bit.
Lesson here for anyone willing to hear it - be careful what you wish for.
Julia was sitting on the bed and said "I wish I would just throw up so I'd feel better".
Hadley then started coughing in her crib. I went to get her since it sounded like a cough that might lead to vomitting. I got her halfway to the cool night air (in an effort to let the coldness ease her breathing and stop the coughing fit) when she let loose a spray of milk, medicine, and spinach artichoke dip.
Looks the same coming out as it does going in |
As I returned to our room Hadley was sitting alone on the bed. I couldn't smell the vomit on her, but Mama did. The smell was strong enough to grant her wish.
A variation of the last post about me being sick |
Sure, I was operating on only four hours sleep and had a list of things to do while the girls took their afternoon nap so I couldn't rest then, but what a day it was.
Don't get me wrong, I loved hanging out with my girls. Mama, apparently, has mastered the ability to let the girls play on their own and even encourages it. I, however, was their constant source on entertainment. They always had a book for me to read - eight or nine times in a row - or a toy to play with (and sometimes I was their big toy) or steps to keep them from climbing.
We would play for an hour. Then I would check the clock and see only fifteen minutes had passed. I swear the sun set and rose twice between breakfast and lunch.
Good old Flavor Flav |
The worst part was the weather. It was rainy and dreary outside so we couldn't even go to the park or a tennis court.
I can only wish the next time this day comes, and I am sure it will, the weather is a little more cooperative.
3 comments:
I have to admit that my first thought was that your wife was pregnant. Don't kill me for thinking, "How cool if it was another set of twins!"
Your poor wife...us moms rarely get a sick day so I applaud you for stepping up and doing the dirty work so she could rest. Hope she feels better soon!
And for the record, never again will I let my kids eat spinach dip.
Do you mind if I add you to my blogroll? I love your sense of humor!
How great that you were able to help out. I know Julia appreciated it!
I guess this is your cool dad way of saying Julia rocks. I think she does. Thanks to you, I will never look a spinach dip the same way again
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