Choke in a Bowl...

Since we have lately been spending some time dwelling in the doldrums of reality lets broach this topic shall we?  Oh Boy - Brace yourself....

Dax might never poop in the pot ever. See Dax Man inherited his Grampa's gag reflex. And when he caught a glimpse of the freshly made batch down there he puked.  On the plus side, he was already in the bathroom so the mess was minimal.

Kaelster heard this all play out and came running in to coach Daxi, "Daxi u doin ok?  Did ja choke?  Daxi say, 'Mommy I ave ta choke' and then choke in a bowl ok?"

It was priceless.

And such deep wisdom from such a little older brother, eh?

And it would have been all kicks and giggles except then Daxi really did "choke" a few times the next day thanks to a little bug we had the privilege of hosting for a few days.

Followed by Kaels marathon night of "choking in a bowl" every hour on the hour from midnight to five a.m. with Daddy's caring assistance.  

Who knew that RyGar had it in him?  Sainthood is just about to be granted.

And we might never risk car travel ever again without our trusty bowls.

And finally it was Ace's turn. 

And baby don't like a stomach bug one bit y'all. And neither does his mama. 

Holy laundry batman.

Wanna know the sickest part of all this germ infested par-Tay?  

I was so entirely grateful for the way it all played out. Like how fantastic that they actually took turns and didn't launch their guts out in unison.

Yeah. Twisted. I know.

Anywho, I hope we're all on the mend and that the Gods of parenthood have spared Rygar and me from this virus virus bo birus.   I miss my spunky little punks.  And I only have so many quiet, stay-at-home, museum days in me you know?  Kaelster asked me tonight for "a trip to Gramma's new swimmy house".  

It seems I'm not the only one with cabin fever.

GRRRR.

:)