Arch Nemesis

So I don't mind illnesses. Give us all sinus infections, ear aches, fevers, colds, coughs. . . fine. I'll take it, willingly. But I absolutely dread vomiting. I've always had an aversion to it. I cannot even watch someone else do it or even on a movie. At almost any cost I hand this particular dreadful thing off to my sweet husband. It doesn't seem to bother him much.

For example, when I was pregnant with Abbie we had come home from church and I was starving. I reheated some lasagna and proceeded to inhale it. Then just sat for a minute and thought that I wouldn't make it to the bathroom. Suddenly I flew across the room and into the bathroom. I made it to the sink and then to the toilet. My husband came in and held back my hair and then proceeded to rinse out the sink for me while I was still worshiping the throne all the while eating a handful of chips. Now I ask, who does that? I gag at the thought.

Fast forward, Matt is out of town at a conference and of all things Chase starts throwing up one night, okay fine. It isn't too bad, happened twice and that was all. Besides it's still kind of baby puke so I could deal. Then this morning just before the sun decided to shine, Makelle comes out of her room and says that she is sick and her tummy hurts. I assume she is constipated or hungry. Nope. . . she puked in her bed. Swell.

Then I shower her off and get her dressed, put her on a towel in my room tell her not to move and put a movie on while I showered. What did she do? Climbed into my bed and puked on my pillows. . . twice. Fabulous.

After 7 hours of puking every twenty minutes, two bedding sets, several outfits I think she is done with it, or so I hope. The perks of it all. I finally could predict when she was going to throw up so I was ready, garbage, sink, or bucket to catch the foul stuff.

So, the question is, who is next?

New Orleans

Matt is at a conference this week in New Orleans. He went on a tour and held an alligator. The kids thought it was awesome!

Porter's Birthday

Porter wanted a dinosaur cake. He and Grandpa Blake decided to share birthdays. The cake didn't turn out at all. . . trust me. However, Porter loved it and it IS just a cake.

I am so grateful for my sweet Porter. He is such a ray of sunshine. He loves to work hard and do new projects. He is my little man.

We had friends over on his actual birthday. He chose dinosaur cookies.

Snow Again!

Isn't our house just so beautiful? I think it is so charming. I will be so sad to let it go in a year.

Snow man and wife. They lasted only a few hours and then the wind blew them over.
I love cardinals in the winter. It is a true reminder that beauty is everywhere and spring is not that far away.

I Spy Jars

During all the snow we had a lot of time not in school and we decided to make I spy jars. We had a ton of fun.

Temple

So we had a friend who was going to the temple for the first time and since I couldn't get a babysitter (or so I thought) I went with the kids to the visitors center while Matt went in. A nice woman offered to take a picture. So there I am. The kids loved the Christus, especially Makelle. She just walked around it and watched again and again.

Cleaning

So on cleaning days the kids get the liberty of running amuck and watching an enormous amount of Land before time. Unfortunately Chase usually gives up on me at some point before he gets lunch and crashes for a few minutes.