Welp. It was not a smooth wakeup over here.
Laela woke me up to tell me that Rowan was barfing. Thankfully, he was not barfing, but he was close to it. He felt very sick, and had picked his perch right in front of the toilet, on the bathroom floor. Rowan does not like to barf solo, but as his stomach ache started to lift he relinquished me back to my bed, promising to bellow for me if the time came. Perfect.
I went from there to pour coffee for Brady and I. We try to coffee date in bed most mornings before the day truly begins. While out in the kitchen, I got the update that Solly felt sick. He stayed home sick from school on Friday, felt better Saturday, but felt worse again today.
So when it came time for morning meeting, we decided to split up a bit. Dekker, Laela, and Wavy went to church. The rest of us stayed home.
Which was RIGHT because the birthday babe themself was sick 👏 as 👏 a 👏 dog! 😩🤮 Goodness, that poor little love was SUCH a mess!!! It made for a pretty calm morning of quiet play, with some bouts of sickness and many jammie changes interspersed.
Some lunched, and others didn’t, but then it was nap time. Naps were an easy sell today. Meanwhile, a few of us put a few hours into some work around the house, which felt really good!
More barf upon waking up, c/o our dear birthday baby 💔 Poor monkey. More jammies. As I type this, we’re on our fourth pair. *sigh*
Broth, crackers, and apples for supper! PLEASE Lord, let this not be the beginning of a second round!!
