She needs lots of kisses when she is not feeling well, or if she falls down and hurts herself. She is a girl after all, and girls (as I am finding out) are different than boys. Oh sure, the boys love kisses and cuddles, but not like she does --she craves them, she seeks them out. And she was not feeling well the day before Thanksgiving. She puked in the morning, poked at her food all day long, took long naps, and gave me lots of wet, wet kisses.
Awww....isn't that sweet?
Little did I know that 36 hours later I would be puking my guts out and have permanent rings on my backside from the toilet seat. Actually, one of the times she was seeking comfort and sympathy, I did wonder if what was making her feel badly was contagious. But since I had already been so well inoculated, what's one more wet, slobbery kiss?
Luckily for me (and everyone else) we ate Thanksgiving dinner at 1PM instead of 5PM -- the time when I started puking my still undigested dinner. Never again will I eat green bean casserole. Never. I hadn't eaten it since I puked it up when I was pregnant with Wyatt. There's just something about tasting it the second time.......something very wrong. I can't even open the fridge and see all those leftovers without getting queasy. Don't think I'll be eating any of them, not because they made me sick, but because they are what happened to be in my stomach when the puking started. No, it wasn't the food -- it was the sweet baby kisses. Each sweet kiss laden with tiny viruses that wrecked havoc on my poor gastrointestinal tract.
Walter Boy was my sickness companion. Actually, he started with the puking first -- all over himself and his bedding. Poor boy, he didn't know what hit him. One minute he was playing and the next minute he wanted to go to bed, and 15 minutes later he was screaming, with chocolate puke running off his face. The good thing is that Walter and I spent some quality time together -- laying on the bathroom floor, trying to get warm in the shower, laying on the bedroom floor together, curled up in bed together.
I will have to say though, you know those weight loss claims some people make -- "lose the 10 lbs of all the gunk that is clogging your intestines....." or "1 rule for a flat stomach......"? Well, those claims are just false. I lost all the contents of my gastrointestinal tract, one way or another, and I only lost 4 lbs! And I know darn well that those 4 lbs will be back as soon as I start eating again. Too bad I couldn't bottle up Nona's sweet baby kisses and sell them as a "Sweet Baby Kisses-- The New Miraculous Weight Loss Scheme". Someone I'm sure, would buy them. Daddy already did. Poor Daddy. I should have warned him.
In light of our recent and continuing (I might add) bouts of sickness, I felt the urge to go in search of some beauty in the world yesterday morning. The day was dawning sunny and sparkly, with little breeze. The dew was so heavy on the short green grass between the house and the barn, that it looked like a field of sparkly diamonds.
The sparkles drew me closer and closer....
and closer yet.
A rooster and his shadow crowed in the backyard, proudly telling the world.....
...of his newly cleaned coop (thank you Grandpa Jerry!)
The cows munched contentedly on their breakfasts.....
....while the chickens pecked in the hay for leaves and seeds.
One boy (whom I need to spend much more time with) contemplates the new day...
.....while another boy kicks his favorite big yellow ball. (This would be the same boy that started puking at straight up midnight last night......all over his bunkmate and the carpeted floor. I now have another reason to dislike wall-to-wall carpeting.)
