Leave of Absence
It is amazing to me that a week has gone by since my last post.
I had planned on being a better blogger but our house got hit with some crazy virus that ate us alive - well, not quite, but we did lose a few days.
So, last Wednesday was my birthday.
It started out wonderful and ended terrible.
It began with a lovely sunrise walk, a delicious hot breakfast and a pumpkin spice latte (in my favorite mug - thanks Dave) from the most handsome and charming barista on the planet. (It was Mark! I can't believe you thought...)
A couple hours later an old and a new friend, along with their children, came for a day of fall treat making... gourmet caramel apples, pumpkin rolls and chocolate dipped marshmallows. (My kids aren't in any of these pictures because they were either sleeping,watching "Between the Lions" or throwing up. But, my friends kids are cute too!)
Mason, the taste-tester
"Where is that end?"
sweets for the sweet
Within an hour of their arrival Ethan began to throw up (do you remember Audrey's Target episode from my last blog, well I guess she was contagious.)...what a way to greet friends. "Hi, I am so glad you are here. Can you hop over these steps, my son just barfed on them?" So, I spent the next few hours trying to balance my company in one hand (yes, they stayed!) and a barf pail in the other (poor thing). We did get our treats made and some soup for all of our dinners but by late afternoon I noticed my stomach wasn't feeling normal. Ethan wrapped up his episode around dinner time and I started at about 7pm.
Mark got the kids all to bed and helped me while trying to put in his last hours of study for his 1st mid-term exam. His study buddy (Joel, what were you thinking coming over here?) showed up with grape soda and redbull to add to the con queso and chips for a night of cramming. This got cut short - or did it? I think they were done! - when Owen started throwing up around 2am.
Thankfully, that was the end of it and by Friday afternoon we were on the mend (Except for a fluke episode for Owen - again at Target - where I was able to display my sharp vomit catching skills for the dressing room attendant. I don't think he was impressed, only nauseated.)
In the midst of it, Mark and I enjoyed a much needed and appreciated (thanks Denglers) day to ourselves in the mountains. We hiked a favorite trail of ours and got some valuable face time. I think our delight shows...
I had planned on being a better blogger but our house got hit with some crazy virus that ate us alive - well, not quite, but we did lose a few days.
So, last Wednesday was my birthday.
It started out wonderful and ended terrible.
It began with a lovely sunrise walk, a delicious hot breakfast and a pumpkin spice latte (in my favorite mug - thanks Dave) from the most handsome and charming barista on the planet. (It was Mark! I can't believe you thought...)
A couple hours later an old and a new friend, along with their children, came for a day of fall treat making... gourmet caramel apples, pumpkin rolls and chocolate dipped marshmallows. (My kids aren't in any of these pictures because they were either sleeping,watching "Between the Lions" or throwing up. But, my friends kids are cute too!)
Mason, the taste-tester
"Where is that end?"
sweets for the sweetWithin an hour of their arrival Ethan began to throw up (do you remember Audrey's Target episode from my last blog, well I guess she was contagious.)...what a way to greet friends. "Hi, I am so glad you are here. Can you hop over these steps, my son just barfed on them?" So, I spent the next few hours trying to balance my company in one hand (yes, they stayed!) and a barf pail in the other (poor thing). We did get our treats made and some soup for all of our dinners but by late afternoon I noticed my stomach wasn't feeling normal. Ethan wrapped up his episode around dinner time and I started at about 7pm.
Mark got the kids all to bed and helped me while trying to put in his last hours of study for his 1st mid-term exam. His study buddy (Joel, what were you thinking coming over here?) showed up with grape soda and redbull to add to the con queso and chips for a night of cramming. This got cut short - or did it? I think they were done! - when Owen started throwing up around 2am.
Thankfully, that was the end of it and by Friday afternoon we were on the mend (Except for a fluke episode for Owen - again at Target - where I was able to display my sharp vomit catching skills for the dressing room attendant. I don't think he was impressed, only nauseated.)
In the midst of it, Mark and I enjoyed a much needed and appreciated (thanks Denglers) day to ourselves in the mountains. We hiked a favorite trail of ours and got some valuable face time. I think our delight shows...
Labels: Family, Pointed Ponderings
posted by lorrie | 1:18 PM
3 Comments:
No way, we weren't done! I can't believe Mark kicked me out at 2am just because it was Owen's turn to puke. I know it was really just you, Lorrie. You were like, "It's 2am...why the heck won't Joel leave already? I know..." and the rest is history.
What a circus! Thank goodness it was short-lived. I hope poor Joel didn't get it too!
It was great fun in spite of all the vomit. I was just impressed that Lorrie allowed us to stay and continued to be such a great hostess! And somehow, "poor Joel" escaped it, although his wife, son, niece, and sister-in-law did not!
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