Vomit, birthdays, and other fun stuff...

I'm the worst mother in the world I need a really good long nap. I have had 2 little ones have birthdays since my last blog post, but haven't added birthday posts. Partly because when Mark turned 3 on the 13th, just about everyone was getting over a trip to Vomit City, USA....a mother of many's worst nightmare. OK, I suppose there could be worse things than 4 kids vomiting at literally the same time, all night long. But at the time, it just didn't seem possible.

It all started on Thursday March 12th. First ,Anna started vomiting around 8 pm. She made it to the toilet, thank God. She felt better, so we put her to bed. Since I was planning on a solo trip to Texas for a week long getaway all my self the following Monday, I said a little prayer that anyone here who is going to get it, gets it before I leave, so that my husband, who gets psychosematic nausea doesn't do well with vomit, wouldn't have to deal with it. Well, all I can say is be careful what you ask for.

By 10 pm, Mark was vomiting....all over his crib. Blech. While I was cleaning him up, Jonathan came out to inform me that he threw up....all over his bed. Joy. More throw up to clean up. But before I could clean up Jonathan's bed, I had to catch more Anna throw up in a bucket. So, after getting everyone cleaned up, I set up the infirmery in the living room with Jonathan, and Mark, caught a few more bucket fulls, than had to run up and clean up the next patient, Erika, who....yes, you guessed it....threw up all over her bed.

While I was up there cleaning HER up, Mark vomited on the sofa (which was thankfully covered with a blanket). So, I moved Erika down to the infirmery thinking that the three would have to be together so I wouldn't have to run up and down the stairs nursing everyone back to health.
Nope. I was wrong.

Anna continued to throw up through the night, plus I had to dump and rinse buckets, so I was up and down the stairs no less than 20-30 times before I gave up and left everything in the buckets.

Have you ever seen vomit ballet? No? Let me paint a picture...I'm sitting on the floor holding a bucket for one vomiter while holding one leg up to keep another, (who is flailing his body around in his sleep because he's about to vomit, too) in order to keep him from falling off of the sofa. This position felt quite unnatural, but what I did next seemed so graceful, I think it could be considered ballet. I set the barf bucket down, and gracefully leaned over to grab the bucket for the flailing, falling off the sofa child and caugh his barf just in time. It was quite a lovely, perhaps poetic movement, I'm sure.

NOT.

Anyway, when the sun finally did rise, I found out that my poor husband was sick upstairs, too. He's lucky, though. He has a great prescription for anti-nausea meds that keeps his vaso-vagal syncope under control.
So, on Friday the 13th, which happend to be Mark's birthday, everyone was just laying around looking zombie like, and drinking gatorade and eating jello. Not a fun birthday for Mark, but he really didn't know the difference. Here' are a couple of pictures taken the day after his birthday when he got to open some presents.






He wouldn't look into the camera, but no matter....he has the most scrumptious eyelashes!

After my trip to Texas we celebrated Erika's 5th birthday! Here she is!

*crickets chirping*

Well, apparently Blogger won't let me add any more pictures for some reason. The add photo button all of the sudden won't work, so I'll have to add the photo in another post. Sorry.

Love,
Lisa

Alex is 15!!!

Our first born son.....2nd child, emerged from my body into his daddy's arms on August 27th, 1993, weighing in at 8 lbs. 2 oz. with a head full of black hair. What a sweety. His skin was red and he looked like a little indian baby. We called him our little indian boy (among other cute baby hood names, but I won't go there.....I must protect the innocent).

Chunk-Chester Alex is an excellent artist and is a wiz at science. Poindexter Alex also has finally grown taller than his very tall sister, Elyse....by about a hair. :o)

Buck He works along side Todd every moment we can get him to and is learning a lot so that one day he can train his own sons to be Mr. fix-its.

Tiger Cub Alex loves to read and is a huge help to me with the younger kids.

Chunkster Alex chose Lamb Chops for his birthday meal. We were all able to share this meal, but now we're broke and thankful we don't celebrate any more birthdays till March! Whew!

I love you, Love Muffin Son!

Elyse is 19 today!

August 26th, 1989...our first miracle came into this world. I just can't believe that was 19 years ago. She was the tiniest one of our 6 pack, weighing in at 7 lbs. 15 oz. She is a wonderful pianist and loves to do sign language to praise music. She is growing into a beautiful young woman and I'm so thankful to be her mother.

Elyse chose crab legs as her birthday meal (what's with these expensive meals my kids are choosing????!) and not only got her nose buttered, but her eyes as well. I guess I was just trying to shake things up a bit. :o)

Happy Birthday, Sweetness!

Our Jonny Boy is 8!

Our third born....2nd son....my how time flies. Jonathan Todd was born at 9:10 am on August 20th, 2000, just one day past his due date. He weighed in at a hefty 9 lbs. 14 oz.!!! Our biggest baby.

Today he's still a big boy and eats most everything in sight, as he always has. He love to ride his bike and pester his siblings. He reads pretty well and loves to draw.

Jonathan also loves to ponder things. For instance....the other day, he asked Todd a few questions that were difficult to answer, like, "Daddy...are mice afraid of heights?" The other day he asked, "Mommy, when you swallowed your babies to put them into your tummy, did you swallow them whole, or did you chew them up?"

Hmmmmmmmm........................ those are tough (the questions...not the babies).

As a family tradition, each birthday person gets his/her nose buttered and the dinner of his/her choice. So, Jonathan chose Lobster. Unfortunately, the lobster was served to only him. The rest of us ate bread and water other things. Here are some pictures for you to enjoy. ~Lisa

Happy birthday, Juicy Jo!