It's the flu

Had a big no no at school yesterday. Kate told me on the way to school that her tummy hurt. I joined her in a quick trip to the bathroom, and everything came out okay (ha), so I left her and went on my way. It was my school volunteer morning-- one hour in the library and one in class. I was about halfway through class duty and got a call over the intercom. Wow. I knew this was serious. Stepping Stones had been calling me for at least 45 minutes to tell me that Kate had thrown up and was running a fever. I turned my phone off when I went into the school because it doesn't ring at all in the library and shouldn't ring in class. So much for that.

The whole point of this is to say that Kate is sick. She threw up at school but then focused mostly on the opposite problem, if you know what I mean. Poor thing couldn't even get a nap because she was up so much. So, Kate's sitting on the potty and she says, "Mommy, I think I know what's wrong." Oh yeah, what's that? "Miss Cindy told me at school. It's the flu." Well, probably. But funnier than that was later when I said, "Did you have more stink?" and she responded "No mom, it's not stink! It's the FLU!"

Whoa. It's been a long time

It's not that we've not been doing interesting things, it's just that I've lacked time to write about them!

Yesterday, both kids were home sick from school. Each with a slightly different manifestation of some sort of stomach virus, both healed now. Having both kids home at the same time was a bit of an adventure, but they did pretty well. I figure they must have really been sick, because they lacked the energy to fight as much as typical. I made separate "sick beds" on each couch, and they watched movies from their respective spots. They did get up to make a little holiday snowman and color a little, but otherwise, it was TV and napping all day. The napping is the real litmus test-- if they are sick, they'll do it without much fuss, and yesterday they did.

We're back to normal today, so off we go. Kate missed her Christmas program last night, so we're making that up with the Tuesday/Thursday kids tonight. Whew.

Summer of (less) fun, week 4

Wednesday is a big day at our house. It's Summer of Fun day, of course. Up we were at dark-thirty, ready to head to swimming, when out comes Kate all feverish. Darn. Then Sam's in tears because we're going to miss Summer of Fun. "Let's wait and see how we are after swim team," was my response.

In the car. On the way to swim team, Sam says, "My ear hurts, Mom." Okay, we'll just take the whole family to urgent care hours after swim team.

Back in the car. Leaving the pediatrician's office (newly remodeled. Oooh.) Sam has the start of swimmer's ear. Kate has an ear infection. Off to Target for meds. Only they're out of Sam's Rx. Big run on swimmer's ear Tuesday. Two trips to Target for me.

We were all in need of a lazy day at home, though, so that was good for everyone. And it was one of our few no-RSVP Summer activities, so no harm, no foul. We made it out for dinner and church musical rehearsal last night, and are back on our feet today. Whew.

Sicky

I was awakened last night by a little voice... "MOM! I spit up!" I came downstairs and he showed me a messy hand. I blame it on the late hour because I didn't realize at first what had happened. I washed his hand, brushed his teeth and gave him a drink. Then I went in the room. FYI, spit up=throw up.

"I know what it was, Mommy," he said. "I'm not sick, I just forgot to brush my teeth. That's all."

We woke up Daddy and got it all taken care of. When we were ready to put Sam back in bed, he said, "Sorry, mommy, for making a mess." And told Daddy "Thank you, Daddy" for making his bed. What a sweetheart he was. Poor thing.

Then he woke up this morning about 7, as usual, and I found him downstairs. When I went in his room, he'd done a little more in the bowl I gave him to use, and I said, "When did that happen?"

"Oh Mom," he said, "That was a long time ago. I feel fine now." I found out a long time ago was when he woke up.

He really was fine after that. Didn't have a huge appetite, but kept everything down and was singing and dancing with Fireman Sam this afternoon. No other collateral damages so far, so here's hoping no one else gets sick...

Kate's Hospital Stay

A bit of pre-blog history...

Here's pictures of Kate's hospital stay. The first is from Albuquerque, the others are from Children's Mercy. As you know, she was hospitalized for dehydration following a rough bout of stomach flu.

Here's a funny Sam story from after the hospitalization...

When Sam and Kate went back to the babysitter's, Sam offered the following instruction to Leah when she was feeding Kate.

"Kate has to eat. If she doesn't, then we have to go back to the hospital. AGAIN."