The Weekend

I'm just glad our weekend calamities waited until after the holidays to strike. Ugh.

On Christmas Day we guessed that one of our neighbors must've gotten a new baby monitor for Christmas because suddenly something is interferring with ours causing a constant high pitched squeal. On Christmas night and the night after Jason and I simply slept with our door open and hoped we'd hear the kids if they needed us.

Well, we didn't.

When I went in to get Dalton in the morning it was clear he'd thrown up multiple times throughout the night. We felt totally awful. He was so sick and lethargic, the poor guy. He got to have a bath right away and his little tummy roundness was gone. He was looking so pale and frail. Very sad and I was still feeling just awful we had no idea he'd yakked at all.

At breakfast we stuck with the safe B.R.A.T. foods and water:


He didn't eat much at all but certainly pouted over not being allowed any of the Cocoa Pebbles Daddy and Bubba were enjoying:


He still seemed ill. He was clingy all day. However, Easton and I had plans: a play date. No seriously, we went to an actual play. We got all matchy for our date. Here I am in one of my new purchases from the day before:






Easton and I headed to go see:


He got a little antsy towards the end but mostly we enjoyed the short show and then we headed out for a special lunch together at his favorite Noodles. We also stopped for a new baby monitor. We got the cheapest one that still had 2 receivers and then headed home.

Dalton was napping. He'd had some episodes of dry heaving while we were out. :( But he was getting some rest. He woke up to join us and just snuggled and cuddled all afternoon:


While we watched Bubs box on the Wii:


Poor, sweet boy:


Turns out our new monitor isn't going to work--unless we want to spy on the neighbors, that is. Bummer. We dealt with the squeal all night while we slept and Dalton made it through okay.

He still seemed lethargic but mostly better the next morning. We let him have milk and whatever food he was hungry for. Jason went to church while the boys and I ran errands. We got home and waited for my cousin Robbie to come over to record some music with Jason.

They played in our soon-to-be finished basement for a bit:


After quiet time Easton wanted to join them:


Dalton just wanted to watch:


Unfortunately they couldn't record because our computer crashed!!! Ack! We don't know what, if anything will be recoverable. It's our main desktop and I'm a little freaked out over it all, a lot of stuff is backed up elsewhere because everyone knows computers crash, but still...you're only as safe as your last backup. Plus it'll take some time, and my laptop screen is falling apart now too and what else can go wrong???

Plenty.

After the guys came up from the basement we were sitting around chatting, I was organizing coupons, the Wii was on. Then out of nowhere Dalton yakked on the carpet. Robbie was unfazed.

Later we insisted on Robbie and my aunt Robin (who came to pick him up) staying for dinner. Then Dalton yakked again. Quick clean up and back to where we left off: dinner. It was all ready. Chicken sandwiches with onion and provolone. Sitting on a plate on the counter. All that was missing was drinks. We were going to have sparkling cider and Jason reached up for a wine glass and one fell and shattered all over the counter...and food!!! Ack!!!

Nothing (except the french fries on the other counter) was salvagable. So we sent our guests home empty-tummied. Oh no. Jason ate the fries for dinner. I had plans later so I did without food for a bit.

Bedtime went okay other than Dalton still feeling sickly and clingy and Easton getting so tired that he could no longer listen properly and was feeling extremely testy. But after all that and E's time-out things were good.

J stayed here with the boys to watch the Broncos lose and be done for the season and also to start looking into the computer issues. I went out with my sisters to meet Jessica's girlfriend. We were going to meet at Starbucks but it had already closed so instead we met for milkshakes. Isn't that fun?

We had a nice evening and then I came home.

This morning (Monday) Dalton seemed fine so I let him have his morning milks. We ran out for doughnuts and I was feeling all cute in a new top, new earrings, and a new scarf:




But the second we walked in the door with our box of doughnuts, Dalton projectile vomited all over me and himself. :( I cleaned up and then I put in a call to the phone nurse. This seems just too long for a simple tummy bug.

We got into our doughnuts and the phone nurse called back. Dalton's been having really minimal amounts of wet diapers and the phone nurse told me it sounded like I should take him to the E.R. for an IV. Ummmm, no. He's had a single wet diaper today since sometime yesterday but still, I'm not ready to head to the ER for no IV, people. If I was really worried he was dangerously dehydrated then of course I'd be on my way. But he's drinking some and so he'll pee more. He will.

Instead she asked the doctor to see us and she agreed so we headed up there to be squeezed in before lunch. She didn't send us to the ER. Fully clothed Dalton was 22 pounds 4.5 ounces. That's a gain, though, because at 18 months he was 21 pounds, 13 ounces. So that was good to see, at least. She checked Diddles over, thinks it's just a longer lasting virus and that Easton would probably be next (fun!). Especially with the way he was acting. E was on his absolute worst behavior from the second we walked into the building. I have no idea what it was about but he had me thoroughly embarassed and I was getting such looks from people--they see kids all the time and I was still getting looks. That's how over the top awful he was. He wasn't even the patient!!! I have no clue what got into him and although he calmed down while we were with the doctor he was horrid for a spell. HORRID.

As we walked out he said nicely, "What about a sticker?" A nurse overheard and jumped up with a "Oh, you guys want stickers?" and I was loudly all, "No buddy, stickers are for people that do good and you were not good today, remember?" Suprisingly he was okay with that and we went on our way where he's been completely super ever since. We went to the grocery store for Pedialyte and Jell-O since Dalton is not supposed to have any dairy for the next week (or at least a few days). That's gonna be tricky. Easton wore Sippy the puppet on his hand and was so funny as Sippy and friendly and helpful. He was great at home while I got D down for his nap, we had mega-fun at lunch:


We practiced writing his name after lunch. The "S" trips him up. But I have to work with how to properly hold the pen with him. And he doesn't understand writing all the letters left to right, right next to one another yet. But he can do all the other letters and we do it "properly" where you only capitalize the first letter of his name. Apparently writing names in all caps is a hard habit to break and teachers ask that you teach them the "right" way from the start so that's always been our plan. He can do the lowercase just as easily as uppercase...that S is tricky no matter upper or lowercase. :)

E's in his quiet time now, we're about to watch Dumbo together now that I've got Dalton down again. He woke up miserable after just half an hour. You can tell he just feels so crummy. Nothing is helping him. It's so sad. I wish he wasn't feeling so yucky. He's refusing water but maybe once he wakes up he'll be willing to drink some sips of water or Pedialyte and lets hope he keeps it down.

I'm afraid to go out. I had to pack extra clothes for us for the doctor's visit. But we need to grocery shop but that just doesn't seem fair to do to him right now, does it?

Anyway, that's the scoop from here. It's a Monday indeed.