It started with Adelaide. She got sick and was throwing up. But Adelaide tends to get sick more often than the rest of us, so I didn’t think too much of it. We planted her on the couch with an iPad and 7Up.
Then Kyle got sick. That’s when I knew it was serious, because Kyle doesn’t usually get sick. And when he does, he usually gets over it pretty quickly. That’s when I knew it was only a matter of time before everyone was throwing up. But I was hoping and praying that the rest of us would be spared.
August was next. Poor bub. He didn’t know how to handle throwing up and he kept trying to swallow it. Ew. But he sort of got the hang of it eventually.
Hazel was OK for a while…
But soon even Hazel got sick and was throwing up. (Fortunately she got the lightest case of us all.)
Then I got sick. It was so bad. Here I was, caring for four sick people while I’m trying to take care of myself. I got so mad at Kyle for not being very helpful, which wasn’t really fair because he was recovering. But I was literally cleaning up vomit and other bodily liquids off the floor and changing two kids’ diapers and nursing Hazel while being sick myself.
We each lost about 5 pounds.
It was perhaps the worst three or four days of my life. But we survived.
Thank you for coming to my pity party. It’s over now.
We’ve kind of fallen into a rhythm on Saturdays lately.
We sleep in.
We go to The Habit. (Kyle and Em split a cheeseburger with avocado and peppers and extra grilled onions. Adelaide and August split a cheeseburger. We get fries and onion rings. Coke, root beer, iced tea. You know, super healthy stuff…)
Daddy goes to work.
Mommy and the kids go to the library, then to the park.
Adelaide makes friends and plays. Sometimes August plays with Adelaide, sometimes he hangs out with Mommy and Hazel. Sometimes Mommy reads a book.
Then to McDonald’s for ice cream cones. Sometimes Adelaide and August put ice cream on their noses.
We go home to nap/play/clean the house/listen to public radio/make dinner.
I’ve been wanting to capture a bit about what the kids are up to for a while now. But you know how it is: Time passes, day after day, week after week, month after month, and then they’re applying for college.
So! Even though I’m right in the middle of cleaning out the refrigerator, I’m going to stop for a 15-minute update. I set a timer for 5 minutes for each kid (plus 5 minutes for this intro and a closing and editing) and I’ll just type, stream of consciousness, about each kid.
Adelaide is 6 and in first grade. She’s doing great! She’s such a fast learner, it’s hard to keep her challenged. She still loves to dance, and we still haven’t enrolled her in ballet lessons! Bad parents! She loves playing at the park and going to church and making new friends. She even likes playing with the boys recently, and often mentions a boy at church named Tanner.
Adelaide is a good big sister to Augie and Hazel, and a big help to Kyle and me. She still likes taking off her shoes, or sometimes all her clothes, she likes playing in the rain or jumping in puddles, and she loves to sneakily eat packets of sugar at restaurants and coffee shops.
She also loves putting on lots of accessories at Target and posing for a picture. For the picture above, she disappeared for about 10 seconds and reemerged like this.
August is 3. He loves to be in control. Anything that he is physically able to do, he wants to do BY HIMSELF! In the morning, he wants to get the packet of instant oatmeal out of the box. He wants to rip it open. He wants to pour it in the bowl. He wants to turn off the burner when the water boils. He lets us pour in the boiling water, but he wants to get the milk out of the fridge and pour in a splash of milk. (He does not mind if you put the milk away for him, though.) He wants to get his own spoon. He wants to stir the oatmeal. If you attempt to do any of these things, prepare for a breakdown. Once he regains control, he will try to undo what you have done so he can do it himself. It’s ridiculous.
He also likes to crack eggs, he scrambles eggs, he pours himself a glass of milk or water, he gets himself dressed and undressed, he picks out his clothes, he gets in and out of the car, he buckles his car seat…
But he will not use the toilet.
Hazel is 5 months old and such a little angel! She’s got the sweetest disposition. She’s almost always happy and/or content. She wakes up with a smile. She’s pretty content to sit on a blanket and play with a few toys around her.
What gets her upset? A wet diaper — she doesn’t like any wetness. She is starting to notice when I leave the room, and that’s starting to bother her, I think. She doesn’t like falling off the bed, I can tell you that! (We have cushions on the ground, but it’s still distressing.)
Speaking of falling off the bed, she is becoming mobile pretty quickly! She can get up onto her knees, and on the right surface (like our bed) she can scoot herself pretty far. And she’s almost able to sit up. I’ve seen her push up on her arms…She’s so close! When you sit her down, she can stay seated for a good long time before tipping over and bonking her head.
No teeth yet, but plenty of drool. She’s a good eater, and now takes a bottle after Aunt Brittany solved the mystery — she wanted very warm milk! (Thanks, Britt, for that one!)
Welp, time’s up! Gotta put Hazel on a blanket and get back to cleaning out the fridge!
Here’s a bit of what’s been going on lately:
We went to Disneyland…
Hazel turned 4 months old…
The Seahawks lost…
Augie got a haircut…
…and we went to the park on a rainy day…
Hazel’s face was scratched in a home improvement mishap…
My parents had a layover at LAX and we ate at In-N-Out (I still need to get the pictures off my other camera)…
August made himself a snack of cheese, jam, and ranch dressing…
And Hazel’s still digging her teething keys…
Now you’re all caught up!