Weekend Do-over, please!

After a crap-filled weekend (no pun intended) battling a stomach bug that passed from Kale, to Mack, to me and lightly grazing Keith...our Sunday was the closest day to normalcy. Man, that was a horrible 72 hours. Kale had projectile vomit Thursday night, while watching Toy Story, after mildly complaining that his tummy hurt that evening. Friday night, as Keith is unbuckling Mack from his car seat, Mack spews chunks all over himself and his carseat. ***Awaiting a Babies R Us coupon b/c I'd rather retire it. No matter how much Lysol and bleach you use on the straps and buckles- NOTHING removes that smell. And, we already know that from a lovely incident involving Keith and half a gallon of Jack one eventful night with his best friend. Oh, you remember...

Later that night, it's my turn. I just knew it. Sure enough. 3 a.m., I bolt outta bed plugging my mouth. Dude, I haven't thrown up voluntarily/sober since like...Jr. High. I did not like the anticipation, it just made it worse. Thankfully, Keith didn't get the full brunt of the ugliness. Amen, because he helped to take care of all of us. Dutifully cleaning vomit from the floor and carseat. Thanks, babe, you're a soldier.

Happier times...

Lollipops...a cure all.

doesn't he look like he just heard the funniest thing? It was Kale's asleep and

doesn't know I took his last Halloween lollipop.

Kale has been wanting a gumball machine for like 3 years now...all he had
to do was vomit all over the living room for his parents to feel sorry for him and buy one.

and, this guy? Same ol, same ol for him. Bully sticks and trying to steal

the kids stuffed animals.

Ha, ha, ha...who's the dork, now? **Normally, we wouldn't do this
to our dog, but he's recovering from ringworm and has bald patches.
No. I'm serious. This is so we can take him to a park and
people won't run the other way. Pitiful.