So... I emerge from the cloud of vomit surrounding my house. YUCK!
Max started barfing Wednesday night, all over himself, his bed and me. I woke up yesterday morning and promptly started throwing up myself. Michael left work early to get Dylan from school and take her to dance. She threw up outside the dance school, came home and developed at 101.7 degree fever.
This morning, Max woke up covered in vomit and diarrhea. I felt fine, but it took me hours to get the house to stop reeking, and his hair still smells. I've washed it four times. Any ideas? I'm tempted to try tomato juice, like with skunks.
Michael left for Columbus this afternoon, for the big game (Go Blue, and R.I.P. Bo), so we were on our own for dinner. Dylan and I finally had an appetite, but I couldn't deal with cooking. She wanted to order in Thai, but that seemed unwise. Instead, we ventured out of the house and walked over to Whole Foods for a rotisserie chicken. It was quite tasty. I also bought some yummy gingered sweet potatoes and a garlic bread (I'm a sucker for their garlic bread.) Oh, and I opened a can of cranberry sauce that I had for some reason. I don't remember why I bought it. I love homemade so much more. More details on that in this weekend's Thanksgiving preview post.
On a completely random note (which fits in with this scattered post), anyone have any good recommendations for a chapter book for Dylie? I tried Super Fudge, but she was irritated by the lack of pictures. Then, I saw on LoobyLu that her four year old is enjoying Moominvalley in November. I showed Dylan pictures of it on Amazon, and she explained to me that it wouldn't work, because it was in black and white. "I like color, Mom."
Speaking of comments from Dylan, she watched WAYYYYY too much TV today, and consequently now has a list a mile long for Christmas and Hanukkah. She is campaigning for Bratz dolls, and can NOT understand my objection. She has even resorted to bribing me. She wrapped a coaster in a giant fleece blanket and brought it over to me. "Mom, if you will let me get Bratz, you can open this birthday present. If not, you can't have it. Just think about it, Mom. I'll leave it right here, OK?" She came and checked a few times. I didn't open it.
She also wants the My Little Pony castle extravaganza. Apparently, "THAT will REALLY keep me entertained, Mom. The ponies are sold separately. You'll need to buy all of them, OK?"
I think I need this.
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