Beach babes!!
Lily has been coughing for a couple of weeks now. It really wasn't a big deal until the holiday weekend started. Isn't that how it always works?? By the night of the fourth she was complaining of an earache and pretty tired from all the coughing. Despite her mild illness, we had a great fourth of July! There was swimming, and fishing, and tube rides all around. Lily's uncles Chris and David were tossing Lily in the air at soaring heights (i will post pictures later.) Drew caught his very first fish (of which i will post video and pictures later, too) And, Lily took a very fast and crazy ride on the tube. I was on shore watching as my child bounced along behind the boat like a rag doll. I'm told that she was laughing the whole time and screaming that she wanted to be tossed off like Uncle David. She never did fall, so she just flung herself off the tube at the end of the ride. She is my little daredevil child.
As I mentioned earlier, Lily has had a cold for a couple of weeks now, but the other two seemed pretty good until Sunday. Drew woke up from his nap whiny and more tired then when I laid him down. He had a fever of nearly 101 and was looking pretty miserable. I have a tendency to be over protective (thanks, mom) and Tom usually is right when I'm being a little crazy. So, when Tom did his best to convince me that Drew was fine, that his fever was probably because he was hot from being under the covers at nap time, I conceded. I agreed to take my sickly child back out to the lake for dinner. When we got there Drew really amped up the whining. Tom doesn't handle whining well, and was doing anything to get him to stop. Including feeding him red fruit roll ups and red juice and various other sweets. Can you see where this is going? After all this snacking, Drew was still whining as Tom held him on his lap. And then it happened. Tom learned his lesson, that sometimes mothers do know best. That sometimes, my protectiveness is for a very good reason. Drew threw up red all over Tom. He was covered in puke. Tom being the ever responsible person that he is, instead of jumping up and running away, he held Drew in his lap so that the puke didn't end up all over the cabin. So, Tom took the brunt of the vomit right in his lap. Good for Tom, and poor sweet Drew. Needless to say we went home after that and everyone had a bath and went to bed.
PS Tom, I love you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm blogging this story not to embarrass you, but to give people just a glimpse into our lives with children. I hope that this blog makes you laugh and think of the fun times we are having despite the puke and poop and whining that we live through daily. So, when we are someday drinking Margaritas on the beach in Mexico, we can read this blog and remember what we went through.
You're a great dad.
2 comments:
I will take credit for Tom sitting there holding Drew and not running. I often told him when he was younger, that I would rather he just stay in bed and throw up than have it all down the hall way. Much easier to wash sheets and blankets than clean carpet.
This is why I don't have kids! Kudos to you both. Love, Melinda
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