Sometimes when Hazel laughs, she sounds like Lucille Bluth from Arrested Development. So that’s what we’re looking at here.
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.
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!
Hazel rocks herself in her car seat.
Time is getting away from me on this one. I think Kyle has some more photos on his phone or on the computer from this trip, but I’ll just post what I have for this Throwback Thursday edition of Happy All Those Things.
Grandpa Percy came for a last-minute trip to California in October, and what trip to SoCal is complete without a trip to Disneyland? (Answer: No trip to SoCal is complete without a trip to Disneyland.)
This was Hazel’s very first trip to Disneyland. She wore her Minnie Mouse outfit from Ali for the occasion. Hazel was very excited.
AND this was the first time Adelaide wore her birthday Elsa dress to Disneyland. She did her Elsa poses for us.
“Isn’t She Lovely” is the same song that I came home to with Adelaide. Kyle and Adelaide made a banner that said “Welcome Home Hazel and Mommy.” Sweet stuff.
If you couldn’t tell from the title, the following is a birth story. A long birth story. So if you’re into that sort of thing, read on. (And if you’re not, skip this post and go straight to the next one for pictures.)
We visited some friends in Carlsbad for the Fourth of July.
Traffic was good, and it was fun to drive down to my old hometown. I wish we’d had more time so we could’ve driven around Vista, but instead I just looked at freeway exits and thought, I used to go to the beach off that exit…Our house was off that exit…My first job was off that exit…
They fed us good food — oh my goodness, I ate so much — and then we walked down to the beach to watch the sunset. Kyle and Adelaide went in the ocean, and I stayed up on our blanket while Augie dug in the sand. The sun sank over the horizon, purple and pink and orange.
Kyle and Adelaide flew a kite with some success.
There were fireworks shows from Legoland and Oceanside off in the distance, but fireworks lose their charm when they’re way off like that, you know? It’s just not as exciting when you can’t hear the explosions. Thankfully, as we were leaving — BOOM! — a big homemade display went off right in front of us. It was a pretty impressive show for guerrilla fireworks.
Then we went back to the house and had graham crackers and chocolate because the marshmallows had gone bad in the pantry.
But I didn’t take pictures of any of that stuff. Just of Adelaide enjoying the company of our friend’s dog, Henry:
Once they noticed the camera, all the girls wanted to get into the picture:
That’s one lucky dog.