Instructions on the Plague

Monkey: (as he's jumping on me) You really sick?

A: Yes.

LM: Why?

A: Because you caught the stomach bug from Daycare and brought it home to me.

LM: Oh. ...Sorry.

Being sick is so miserable.

Sick Child: Momma, I want to lay down. 

A: Then go to bed. 

LF: but I want to watch a movie too. 

A: Then lie down on the couch.

LF: It's got clothes all over them. 

A: Then put your clean laundry in your drawers and then lie on the couch. 

LF: But that's too much work. I just want to lay down.

Creeper Parents

Monkey is currently on an inhaler every four hours, around the clock. He takes it well when he's awake, but Keith was a bit worried about waking him up multiple times at night. "You might not have to." So, he snuck off to Monkey's room, and came back a minute later. "Yep, that was easy. And extremely creepy." Then Keith mimed tip toeing in, putting the mask on Monkey's face, and then slow mimed the inhaler puff. 

Let's be honest, folks, having sick babies isn't fun or glamorous. But having a life partner that can make you belly laugh through the worst moments is always a plus.

Sisterly Care

Monkey's runny nose turned into a minor infection, despite my best efforts. He ran a fever Tuesday evening and Wednesday morning. As soon as Little Bug got out of class Wednesday, we headed home and locked ourselves away for the rest of the day. The two of them napped in my bed with me. Then, when they woke up, they didn't move, but rather just turned on the iPad and played games together. They kept playing with their outside hands, while holding the hands between them. But every time I tried to get a picture of this, they'd need all four hands to accomplish something on the screen.

I finally put them to bed in their own beds, which neither was too happy about. When they woke up this morning, they both came straight back to Mommy's bed and cuddled some more. This time, they played tickling games, hide and seek games (with the blankets thrown over their faces), and goofy faces games. Monkey is obviously feeling much better. It's probably because his big sister has been taking care of him. 

At one point, he just lay down on her chest and didn't move. Bug asked, "Why he huggin me?" To which he immediately sat up, looked at her like he'd had no idea she was there, and then yelled some nonsense and crawled away. Poor girl. Someday she'll learn that the number one rule to ensuring your brothers continue to hug you is to not say a word about the fact that they are.

The end of the world.

Little Frog: (crying hysterically) I keep snotting every time!!

A: (trying not to laugh) Go blow your nose.

Sickos

Laura vomits in the pot between the girls. 

Karen: Hey! I 'bout to throw up in dere!

My poor baby is so miserable!

David and I spent the afternoon with him lying on my lap, occasionally vomiting. My baby is allergic to bread, apparently.

Date night movie got paused when a baby started vomiting. Looks like David's first Bond movie is Skyfall.

When little girls are sick, they cuddle in your lap and watch Dora all day. When babies are sick, they fuss all day and never sleep.

Karen followed me to the bathroom and found a locked door. So she curled up on the floor outside and I can hear her sucking her thumb.

Pretty sure I've said, "Cover your mouth when you cough" about fifty bajillion times today. And it's not even eleven.

David sounds like Darth Vader. If he weren't so miserable, I'd giggle with every breath he takes.

She won't let me take her temp, but this is how Karen has spent the day: asleep on the floor instead of watching her movie.

My sickie is only sleeping on his mommy today.

Found my sick girls curled up together on Laura's bed watching VeggieTales on the iPad.

My sick babies

Karen painting with her Christmas present. She could do this all day long, even sick.

When little girls are sick, everything is worth of an apocalyptic level meltdown. The world is coming to an end because Laura kissed Karen.

My sick baby.