Just a quick post to let you know that Kulia is back on her feet and we are all so happy to have her bouncing around the house again. Especially her sister! Leina spent the last few days moping around the house, declaring there was no one to play with, and upset because no one was paying any attention to her.
Yes, Leina is very happy to have her sister back and up to her old tricks!
I know, I know. It feels like all I write about now a-days is vomit. But really, there is more to my life than that. I think there is anyway.
Yes, Kulia has yet another stomach bug. The smell has only just dissipated from the backseat of my car from her last bout and here we are again. This time, she’s running a nice high fever to go along with her stomach upset. I was checking in with my mom last night who is home from having her gallbladder removed when Leina came charging down the stairs yelling “Kulia vomited! Kulia vomited!” It’s like her war cry lately. So I quickly hung up with my mom, who is recovering nicely, and ran upstairs to help Bitty out. I have very little optimism right now as her stomach bugs take about 5 days to clear out. I am so very tired of sofas covered in bowls and running load after load of soiled laundry. I try and tell myself that it could be worse. She could be really sick so I should be thankful it’s just a harmless bug but man, it ain’t easy. That’s for sure. I’ve been running for so long, I can hardly even remember what a free and easy day feels like.
June cannot pass quickly enough for me.
I am drained. Exhausted. Tapped out. Dry to the thigh.
I know, that’s a weird one right? Dry to the thigh? What does that mean? Leina coined it when we were planting our seeds. She’d check the dirt of the bean pot and declare it was dry to the thigh and needed some water. Clearly, this child has never looked closely at my thighs because they are anything but dry. I’d go with juicy and jiggly and overstuffed.
Oh yes, did I mention that I also went shopping for a new bathing suit today? I know, I know, bathing suit shopping is not something you should try and do on the spur of the moment with two small children when you are totally and completely tired out. In fact, bathing suit shopping should be banned all together. Instead, a little swimsuit wagon should pull up discretely to your house once a year so you could try on suits in the privacy of your own house where you could moan and sob without having the people in the next stall knock on your door and demand if everything was alright.
But I do not yet rule this world so instead we must all attempt to try on bathing suits in little stalls with lots of surrounding mirrors and no high heeled shoes to help you along. And small children. Who insist on opening and closing the co-ed changing room door right when you are at your least presentable which is, lets face, at every moment when swimsuits are at hand. My children did, however, redeem themselves by telling me I looked so pretty in the suits I was trying on that I decided to take them home with me instead of ditching them by the large screen TVs. Joking!
As if that isn’t bad enough, you then have to pay for the swimsuit. And it ain’t cheap! I got one suit and the total was $80. Um, hello? Eighty buck for a piece of spandex that shows off the worse bits of me? Really? But lets face it, after the agony to the dressing room, the opening and closing of the door, the moaning and the weeping, and those awful mirror, the idea of shopping around and having to go through that all over again and again is just too much to take so instead you grab the suit that was the least awful and run for the register relieved that at least that’s over for the year. Of course, you still have to wear the thing. In public. I front of other people, who I guarantee will be skinnier than you. Yeah, today may have been a bad day to try and find swimwear.
But honestly, I am not happy with June. There is too much to do and not enough time for me to lie around and read books. June, so far, has been filled with end of the year school events, puking, doctor appointments, puking, graduations, puking in cars, and drama. Yes, drama. I prefer my drama on The Hills not in my house. So June? You can just pack up and take your sensitive little stomach home. And take your stinkin’ swimsuits with you.
(The above entry was written with just a schooch of grumpiness. Please do not be alarmed. Or, not too alarmed.)
I got a call from Liza requesting use of The Bonnet. Her daughter, Hannah, had a pioneer day coming up at school and The Bonnet would totally make her outfit. Of course, I as more than willing to lend it to such a worthy cause. However, nothing is free in this life so I asked for a picture of Hannah modeling The Bonnet. In this, Liza kindly complied.
But because Liza is just one of those people who goes above and beyond, she also included a picture of her lovely self modeling The Bonnet and I knew I would be remiss if I did not included it here as well.
Isn’t it amazing how flattering it is? Wearable by men and women both young and old. Anyone else want to give it a try? I have my camera right here and ready……
I’m all out of babies. Excuse me while I wipe away my tears of sorrow. For you see, today, Kulia turned 4. 4! No matter how you look at it, 4 is not a baby. 4 is a little, sweet girl full of giggles and grins and rascal eyes. Thankfully, 4 will still let mom sneak a few snuggles but 4 is very capable on her own, thankyouverymuch. Sniff. A 4 year old. How time flies.
Because Kulia is on the tail end of this stomach flu bug, we had a very mellow birthday for her. Dinner was, of course, DinoNuggets with ranch but we threw in a Clifford juice box, ’cause, you know, it’s a big day and all. After eating dinner, Kulia attacked the presents. First up were the Walls Family dot paints. A very big hit. These were broken out and immediately used to good measure.
Next up, Leina gave Kulia her gifts. I guess today, Leina had been working in her room to wrap presents and make cards for Kulia. She was so very proud of them I just know she’d want me to share them with you.
It reads: “I Love U Leina Loves Kulia H-B-D- Kulia”. I’m thinking “Happy Birthday” was beyond her capabilities hence the H.B.D. Upon opening the very well taped present (mental note: buy more tape) Kulia found a scrap of fabric from Leina’s stash to which she cried “OOOOH! FABRIC!” Am I raising these girls right or what?
The final sister present consisted of four slightly used Tinkerbell markers but they all had their lids still. Bonus!
Mom and Dad hit Target and picked her up her very own My Little Pony baby to snuggle and love.
Next it was time for cake. Actually, cupcakes. Unfortunately, Kulia said her tummy didn’t feel so good and she didn’t want one. Poor thing. All she could stomach was a left over donut hole from earlier today. And so we gathered round the nibbled donut hole to sing her happy birthday and watch her blow out her candle.
Hmmmm, what will she wish for? (Notice the beautiful Dot Paint setting for the slightly eaten donut hole. Classy!)
I think she’s figured her wish out.
Take a big breath! You’ll need it to blow out that candle! (Just try not to topple over the donut hole, will ‘ya?)
Happy Birthday Bitty! We love you!
Even though it’s a beautiful summer day out, I’m sitting here on the sofa watching a Tom and Jerry marathon with my little bitty who has somehow picked up a stomach bug. It seems that every family has a child who is prone to stomach upsets and Kulia is ours. Luckily, she has figured out how to hit the bowl and stay calm until it’s over. She’s my little trooper for sure. Leina, however, is my big wimp. At the first sign of vomit, she screams and runs off holding her nose. She is a sympathetic vomit-er. Even hearing some one start to retch will get her going. The up side is, her screams and running alerts me that Kulia is going through another bout of sickness so that’s kind of helpful. But not much.
But don’t worry, I’m sneaking in as many snuggles as possible. If she weren’t so miserable, this would be my idea of a perfect Sunday morning.