And the Last One Bites the Dust

Well, if she had to fall, at least she was the last . . . Marlie jumped off the bus today and immediately threw up in the driveway . . . and then 2 more times up the front walkway!

Let's back up a bit . . . Sam started throwing up Tuesday night @ 6pm . . . it then hit me @ 9pm . . . next up was Evan @ 11am on Wednesday (though his was shortest, thank goodness, and mostly just affected his appetite) . . . Jayson was next @ 8pm Wednesday . . . and now here we are at 4pm on Thursday and it's got Marlie Katherine!! Let me just say - LONGEST 48 HOURS OF LIFE EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am in a relatively better spot now than 48 hours ago. At least now I am prepared (pedialyte, popsicles, and that 3rd bottle of gingerale that I questioned the purchase of at the time, but glad I went with my gut) and I am not throwing up . . . I can handle sick kids . . . but holding back someone's hair to throw up isn't all that effective if, at any second, you could vomit in their hair! ha! You've gotta find the humor in the situation . . . because we will all come out with smiles on the other end . . . and a few pounds lighter, right!? Totally helps my cause!

But for now - I will start my 4th load of puke laundry and cook dinner for Evan, since he's the only one on solids now . . . you have to laugh at the irony of that if nothing else :)