TGI Monday

I don’t know that I can remember a time when I was so thankful to see Monday! It feels like we kind of had a long weekend. Friday night was fun; Simon and I went out to Carrabba’s with Jude. I needed a Caesar salad fix, and nobody does a Caesar like Carrabba’s. I think I was already tired going into the weekend from early mornings with Jude. By the time Saturday rolled around (and another early morning wakeup call – what is it with this kid and mornings?!), I was needing some backup. Simon had to go in to work, and so Jude and I hung around the house and eventually made it to Michael’s, where I bought a frame on sale to go with this Cavallini map of Paris print:

Note: this is a closeup.

Anyway, Saturday afternoon, Jude and I enjoyed lunch at Panera Bread with my parents before meeting my sister and her family at the movies to see Beverly Hills Chihuahua. It was basically an all-day wrestling match with Jude. Oh, and the best part? He chunked my iPhone onto the ground, busting the screen into a bunch of different pieces. That was nice. :- So by the time Simon got off work at the end of the day, I was fit to be tied. I hit the hay at 9:30, and it was a good thing, since at 6:30am Sunday morning, The Man was ready to greet the day.

I took a bottle upstairs to his room, and sat down in the dark in his rocking chair. I noticed that he smelled kinda funky, and I stroked his head and kissed his forehead. Wait, I thought. What on earth is that?!?  Oh yeah. He was crusted in vomit. Nice. So off to the bathtub we went. Since he’s been having a lot of drainage, I just chalked it up to that, and decided that he would not be going to the nursery at church. He sat in his high chair for some breakfast, and while Simon tended to him, I got in the shower. When I got out, though, Simon came into the bathroom.

“I think we’ve had an explosion,” he said. A poop explosion.

This was not the last encounter with poop or vomit for yesterday, though. He managed to projectile vomit all over the back of my dad’s car, as well as his carseat, and all of his clothes as we were walking into Panera Bread. Then he also had another explosion as we sat at Panera. At this point, we had to go home, because we had nothing left to clothe him in and I was definitely out of wipes!

So. I would say that we are due a vacation. Nothing like a little stomach virus to get one ready to go out of town! We are departing for San Francisco on Wednesday, and I can hardly wait. I’ve been looking forward to this for over a month, and it will be good to have a grown-up getaway.

In good news, I got a new iPhone. The bad news: they really nickel-and-dime you for all the data and text messaging. That made me mad. I also got a big, bulky, heavy-duty cover for the thing. No more dropping! In other good news, Jude seems to be pretty hunky dory this morning. We are maintaining the BRAT diet (Bananas, Rice, Applesauce, and Toast) until I’m sure that he’s done yakking.

Thank goodness it’s Monday. Only two more days!!!


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