This is pretty much how we spent the entire weekend. All four kids and Aaron were sick. Ivan and Adelia were puking with fevers, Lincoln and Oliver got really bad croup. Aaron had allergies. Fun. It wouldn't have been so terrible, except that Adelia refuses to learn how to use a puke bucket. I think she barfed on me at least three times; and on herself, her blanket, her sheets, her pillow, etc. every single time. Can you say, "laundry"?
Also with two pukers in the house, Aaron and I were awake a lot during the nights. There was one night where we tried five times in a row to go to bed, and as soon as we'd pulled up the covers and gotten comfortable, someone else was throwing up. At one point as we were crawling back into bead, Aaron made the comment, "Ok, good night...for the fifth time." :) At least he kept his sense of humor. It's the little things that count, right?
At least we got to watch one of my favorite movies, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. The old version. Love.
And here's my poor wheezy, seal-barking, not-able-to-sleep-for-very-long, croupy baby. :(
It makes me so sad when the little ones get croup. I feel so bad for the poor little chap. For the first time ever in his life he slept better in his car seat than anywhere else. Probably because he's propped way up in the car seat.
All four of the kids got priesthood blessings, and although we have lingering coughs, I think we're on the mend.
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