Sunday Funday has a totally different meaning these days.  Our days of day-drinking by the pool and getting our tan on is all but over.  Don’t get me wrong.. Sunday Funday is still- FUNday.

I’ve been letting the girls play on the back porch with the door open while I clean up after their lunch meal.  The weather has been beautiful and they love the outside- getting them out for a half hour or so everyday provides a great break for momma and happy girls going into the evening.

My sweet girl.  Bless her little heart.  We came in from being outside- playing hard, hard, hard.  Stopped for some yogurt and a few swigs of water before heading down for nap. About an hour into her nap she moves around and fusses a little.  I check the monitor and notice nothing out of the ordinary. 10 minutes later she’s awake again.  Not the norm for my girls.  They are notoriously 2-2.5 hour nappers twice a day.  I go in the nursery to soothe her and check to see if I need to rock her back to sleep and I am met with the worst smell and the most heart breaking scene.

In her hair.  All over her clothes.  Coating the sheets, bumpers, mattress.  Puppy was practically unidentifiable.  She had thrown up all over one end of her crib and moved to get out of it and go back to sleep.  Hence the first ‘fuss’ during her nap.

Sweet thing.  I was dying because she was in such bad shape.  Clean hair. Clean jams.  Lotioned up and baby fresh- she was good as new! Her normal happy spirits were there in a glimmer- but still stayed close.  I let her have a water and sit with Parker while she sat and ate a couple Goldfish.  I was hoping and praying that puke incident was a fluke.

An hour after the (technically) second mass puke was the third.  She climbed into my lap, handed me her handful of goldfish and blechh.  All. Over. Me.

Again.   But this time she didn’t get it all over herself.  It was all over momma.  


This is my life.


Again, she proceeded to act like nothing was wrong and played happily per the usual.  Humming and bee-bopping to every tune.  I decided to stick with BRAT foods (bananas, rice, apples (applesauce), and toast) to calm her stomach.  Dry toast and plain applesauce was on the menu.  She didn’t touch the toast much, but downed two pouches of applesauce and some water.  She was able to hold that down- thank the sweet Lord.  We didn’t offer her the ‘bedtime’ sippy cup of milk for fear it would upset her tummy.. I took Parker in another room to enjoy her milk in hopes to not upset sister girl too much.

She’s asleep now.  I’m sitting here watching the monitor like a hawk.. almost expecting her to throw up at any moment.

We leave for Austin tomorrow- I have a conference I’m attending and Jordan and I decided to make a little trip out of it and tote the little birds along, too.  I am hoping and praying this was temporary and not something we will take with us to Austin.

I hated to see the pitiful look on her face today. Parker kept getting super upset every time Jolie would get sick.  She wasn’t sure what to think about all that mess!  In 15 months I have never had to deal with anything like this.  I’ve been very lucky to steer clear of illness outside of head congestion and low grade fevers.