Puke!

Ugh, puke! The big stainless steel mixing bowl has been become a fixture next to the couch as we take turns laying here in agony just hoping that we will soon puke our guts out and feel better. Yesterday was my turn. It hit around 3pm. At first I thought I was just shaky and nauseaous because I'd had too much coffee. Chuck took all the kids to the studio so I could get some work done but all I could think was, "You better go lay down now while you can before they get home." Did I? Of course not. Too much to do. Eventually I made my way over and hoped it would pass. When the kids kicked me off the couch a couple hours later to play "Scene It" (b-day present from Steph- Thanks!) I drug myself (and my trusty bowl) upstairs looking forward to my comfy bed. Then it came- that wave of nausea accompanied by the feeling of your entire body breaking out in a cold sweat. To the toilet! Couldn't decide whether I needed to sit on or hug the bowl. You catch my drift... Without too much graphic detail, suffice it to say, thank goodness for my bowl because my body decided to expel as many different bodily fluids as it could all at once. "Will my husband still respect me if I yell for him to come wipe my butt?" was all I could think in my pitiful state. Since I couldn't muster up the energy to call for him I decided to give it a go. I cleaned myself up, made my way back to bed and summond for him the only way I could think of- by stomping on the floor and hoping that would get his attention. He rushed upstairs to see what all the hub-bub was about. I let him know he'd need to dump out my puke bowl (rinse very well to eliminate any residuals, please) and restock the t.p.
The good news is Iwas in bed very early and got a good night's sleep, with bowl by my side. I haven't needed it since. All I could bring myself to eat today was a piece of toast with pumpkin butter because I'm too afraid to eat anymore, although I'm starving!

Arctic Blast 'o8

Dead giveaway that it's a snow day:  I'm vacuuming under the cushions of my couch.  Arctic Blast '08 has arrived.  We get a couple inches of snow and Portland closes up shop.  Kinda funny to see considering we lived in Alaska and functioned in much worse than this every day of winter.  I guess since Portland isn't used to this weather it's a big deal.  The kids are psyched because they're pretty much getting an extra week of Christmas vacation.  

We had a couple scary near-frostbite incidents with Gabriel.  After playing outside with Chuck and Bree for a little too long he came inside screaming in agony that his hands were frozen.  This lasted for a good 10 minutes.  It scared the heck out of me because I'd never seen him in this much pain- even when he broke his collarbone.  We googled "frostbite" and tried our best to warm his hands up but he didn't even want to run them under warm water.  Through his tears he exclaimed, "I ne-ever want to go out-side e-e-ever agaaaain."   As I sit here typing, Chuck is layering him up to go play outside with Cameron: 3 shirts, sweatshirt, winter coat, hat, 2 pairs of gloves.  

Doodle learned how to spin in circles.  Oh my goodness, could he get any cuter?!?!  2 spins and he's dizzy.  

While laying in bed last night reading about Mariah Carey's Christmas traditions in Redbook I happened to stay tuned in after The Biggest Loser finale and got sucked in to the premier of "Momma's Boy".  Chuck thinks Gabe and Gavin will be momma's boys.  I wouldn't mind.  Some of these moms were a little over the top, though.  I think I can see myself more concerned about the guys who are interested in Breanna than I am with the girls interested in my boys.