Vomit and Other Tender Moments

When 3 out of a family of 4 gets the stomach flu, it's hard to tame my words. Much laundry has and will be done as a result of this barf-o-rama. "Someone's" booty is feeling better after all the peeing from the butt. Grossed out? You know you've been there before.

We're on the rebound and keeping our fingers crossed that Isaac won't start puking. So far so good.

As Maddie and I shared the couch this morning, she spit out not just bile, but also some words of tenderness. She tugged at my heartstrings, and now I'll let her tug at yours...

Our conversation about chicken pox lead us to the subject of Uncle Karl (because he was an adult when he caught them). We talked briefly about his accident. She said "I'm surprised that his mom let her other kids ride in cars after that. She should have made Bampa, Dale and Sandy ride their bikes to work so that a car accident wouldn't happen to them".

Later, still lying around and feeling poorly, she said "I bet that if we were at Grammie's house right now, I'd be on her lap. She always takes good care of me when I'm sick."

She misses you all (especially Paige this week), and so do the rest of us.

PS Speaking of missing each other: next time I'm on the phone during a family dinner, pretend to not like each other so much.