On The Curb

We interrupt this alphabet lesson for a word from our sponsor.

Hey, if you’re learning the alphabet through my April blog entries, come back tomorrow for the next letter. I don’t want to ruin it for you, so I’ll leave it a surprise.

Since there are more than 26 days in April, I can afford to pop in between letters here and blab about more nonsense non-letter related.

I’m home with the 3 babes sans E this weekend as he’s off being eaten by sharks doing whatever a bunch of guys do alone together in Florida. I told him to at least ask if whichever guy with whom he shares a bed has been tested and pick up some gas station lube along the way. His friends love me. ahem.

Gav was spurred up to be my assistant in weekend baby wrangling, but plopped in the car after school yesterday, “My throat feels scratchy. Like it did on my birthday. When I threw up on my birthday.” ::screech::goes the needle across the record

“Do you feel like you need to throw up?”

“No, my throat just feels scratchy. Like it did on my birthday. When I threw up on my birthday.”

“But, you don’t feel like you need to throw up?”

“No, my throat just feels scratchy. Like it did on my birthday. When I threw up on my birthday.”

(the boy’s consistent)

So, we drive home, I assign him baby duty from afar (i.e. rock the carseat in which alani is still seated with his foot while he sits on the couch). Meanwhile, I’m trying to dismantle the Jenga-dirty dish pile at the sink without it collapsing.

Then, I hear it. “BLUUUUUUUCK. BLUUUUUUUCK.”

Great. He barfed directly by the carseat.

Luckily, his grandparents live nearby, so a quick phone call and there went my weekend help.

So, it’s 10:55 PM at this very moment and all’s quiet on the battlefront. Life is quite peaceful with just the wee kids. However, I may be howling another tune come morning and I haven’t slept a wink.

(the above photo was taken the day before “My throat feels scratchy. Like it did on my birthday. When I threw up on my birthday.” when gav was most likely oozing with viral germs. fingers crossed no one else succumbs to itchy, pukey throat this weekend. regarding the photo, gav lost another tooth; i don’t remember still having baby teeth to lose at 12 years old…ethan’s ear is all jacked up there on the pillow; i forget to properly position his ears before snapping a photo…alani is disgruntled about health care in america…ME, TOO, alani, ME, TOO)