Oh the Things I Ate!

Those following me on FB know this about me, as do most of my family, but I thought I would at least put a post on here to keep up with my schedule.  

   

Last Thursday,after eating breakfast (just cold cereal) I started feeling nauseous. I felt bad the rest of the day and only had chocolate milk for both lunch and dinner. The next day I had the same for breakfast, but got go-gurt and juice for lunch (actually worked quite nicely). Friday night saw me eating pizza and cheese-sticks--and regretting it!

    

Enter Saturday. We had to go north for a Softball Tourney for our Youngest Daughter. They did fairly well, but more importantly, not only did I have breakfast again, but I also ate lunch. My stomach was not happy about working harder that quickly, but I was doing alright.

   

After returning home, we left shortly later to go south for an Improv performance. Very funny, but before we stopped at the town in between and ate at our favorite Mexican Restaurant. Not wanting to push my digestive system too far, I thought sea-food would be a good way to go. WRONG!

     

Crab Enchiladas sounded good at the time, but did NOT taste as good as I had hoped. I believe that is because the Crab had gone BAD! Either that, or my flu turned back around to wipe me out again! Inklings, if you're reading this, don't order the crab enchiladas there! Normally, this place is great.

   

Anyway, I spent all last night and all of today either in bed or on the porcelain (or kneeling in front of it). Sorry to get so graphic there! I'll spare you any other details, except that I actually pulled a muscle this morning on one of my visits. I'll leave you to your imagination on that one.

 
I just hope that tomorrow will see me eating solid food again. If not, Go-gurt, Here I come!

THIS cradle WON'T Rock!

My sister, Inklings, posted a story on her blog about strange noises at night. It reminded me of one of our favorite stories of our Oldest Son. 

  

I was awakened one morning, quite early by my wife after she had gotten out of bed to check on the kids. She was quite worried, because she could not find our oldest. We checked the apartment, and found no sign of him. The most confusing aspect of all this was the fact that the front door was still locked, as were all the windows. We had no idea how he could have managed this great escape.

   

Realizing that there was no way he could have gotten out while still leaving the dead-bolt locked, we renewed our search of the apartment in earnest. One place we thought he may have gone was the bathtub, but alas, this too was vacant. As we turned to leave the bathroom, a thought occurred to us. Opening the door to the linen closet, we found our son asleep on the blankets at the bottom of the closet. 

    

He woke during the night, went to the bathroom, and just climbed in the closet and shut the door! We never had that happen again, but we have realized ever since then that he can just about sleep anywhere!