On Tuesday Kenzie barfed all over the couch (see comments on post below). I still can't convince Mike we need a new couch. And yes, that was the day I told her to stop being a wimp a go to tumbling. (Before she threw-up, not after. I'm only kind of mean.)
On Thursday no one barfed. Not even pregnant me. So we loaded up and headed to the church for the annual 5K. Mike ran with a friend from our Alabama experience, Mike, and then they went to play the annual football game.
Summer and I congratulated ourselves heartily for walking 2 miles (we shortcut the 5K course). The girls were delightful screamers during the race. I blame my evil, hated double jogger.
At noon we took our creamed corn and headed to a church in North Ogden. We had more food than imaginable with the extended C-clan and afterward Mike punished his body even more with dodgeball. The girls bossed everyone around and played happily with their cousins in the nursery.
After that, we watched UP (I cried a lot), and then headed to my Aunt Leslie's for pie night. Did I ever tell you that my mom makes the best pies ever? She does. After pie we took our extremely cranky children home to bed.
No one barfed on Friday and we bought a few things online and mostly just sat around, still digesting Thursday's feast. We did manage to mooch some leftovers from my mom. Nothing beats the divinity of turkey and rolls.
On Friday night, Hannah was up all night barfing every half hour.
If we need a new bio-warfare option that brings enemies to their knees, willing to do anything, may I suggest this particular disease? It was awful.
She's fine now, but we kept her home from church to make sure. She cried bitterly. "I'm not sick! I'm better. I want to go to church! I want to go to church!" I figure I better record that particular sentiment and remind her of it when she's a teenager.
We did copy my friend Emily and her family and made a Grateful Garland. I'm just grateful I only throw-up once a day, not contiguously (why use simple words when you can use large ones?) for 8-12 hours.
**Update: Since I wrote this Mike is home from work barfing and moaning. I can't wait for my turn.