Babies and Barf

I guess I should say Toddlers and barf, cuz that's where we're at. Or that's where we were at.

For weeks we had been planning on taking Elliott to Grandy's neice (Gwenna) 1st Birthday party, waaaaaaaaaaaay the hell out in the suburbs. I took Saturday as a half day of school, and we were really excited. My Mom & H decided to head out here for a quick visit as well, so we thought, whatevs! the more the merrier!

And all's good in the hood till Friday morning... I woke up with a somewhat major cold. By Saturday morning (Party day) I was downing sudafed (blue happy pills), emergen-C and the pH miracle "green drink" trying to keep it all just non-toxic enough. As an aside: Monday when I went to buy more Sudafed with H, I had to turn over my drivers license and sign some papers (sick or starting my very first meth lab...you be the judge) good times, good times.

Anyway, I still took Saturday as a 1/2 day, and H, Mom, Me, Fer & Elliott all pile into the car for the almost 1 1/2 hr drive out to the burbs. We get there and Ellie is on FIRE. FIRE. Momma LOOK! Momma SLIDE! Momma! YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHH! To top it off it was a Sesame Street themed party, so ALL her friends were there. We were climbing, running, swinging, sliding, laughing, singing.... all of it. over and over and over again. for 2 1/2 hours. There was some eating, some drinking, all around good party times. And then we piled back into the car, for another long long long and bumpy car ride home.

Now, what happened next makes perfect sense in 20/20 hindsight. Fer was running late on Ellie's schedule, hence lunch in the car on the way to pick me up from school. How many grapes did she have? I don't know.... a few handfulls. After all that food? uh, I guess so. Oh, you gave her 2 cups of water? I gave her some applejuice too. She must have been really thirsty. Ellie, you want some Milk? Whoops! I guess that had been sitting out all day. Sorry! We'll get you some fresh milk when we get home. Aaaannnndddd Where am I going with this? BARF.

BARF BARF BARF BARF BARF. 6 or 8 times... i lost count after we pulled over in rushing traffic on the side of I94 to strip Ellie down in 30 degree weather. All I know is that it still happened 2 or 3 more times after that before we made it home. Seriously though, good times. After her bath and some bland food for dinner, you never would have known what that kid had just been through. She's a trooper. I on the other hand, had to get into my pjs at 7:30 and then went to bed super early because I just could not take it anymore. Sick with a sick(ish) kid is the pits.

In Other News:

Good thing niether one of us is any worse for the wear. I have *almost* kicked the cold, and Elliott has been chipper as all get out for more than a few days now. The scary thing is that I can see her developing a sense of humor these past few days... and I can say with some certainty that its not like mine. Watch out world... a little Fer, well here she comes.

-over and out-