This is a picture from right before the darlings left with their mama this afternoon. And in a way, it is sort of an "after" picture.
I shall explain.
We had a lot of fun last night. Just like the Little Red Hen in our favorite book, "The Little Red Hen Makes a Pizza," I chopped and mixed and kneaded and chopped and made us a fine big pizza and a small one too which was just as lovely while everyone else was watching TV which was fine with me because I had no desire to watch whatever it was they were watching which involved giant...things.
Don't ask me.
I was much happier in the kitchen with my normal-sized knives and graters and pans.
And then stories. We read three books, including the Little Red Hen one and Boppy was kissed goodnight and both boys were tucked in although Levon couldn't settle and then a train went by (we are about four inches from the train track) and he told me that Speed Train had been SO LOUD and it worried him and he needed to snuggle so I laid down with him on my bed and within minutes he was fast asleep and I put him in his bed, right beside ours.
And they slept through the night, so sweetly. They woke up about seven-thirty but didn't get up until a little before eight and Boppy took them off to watch TV and I slept for awhile longer. When I got up, all was well. They'd peed and had some juice and banana and wanted their real breakfast. August really wanted pancakes and so pancakes I started and while I was hustling around in the kitchen August told me that he'd spit up before I got up which I asked Mr. Moon about. Yes, he had spit up a little but not really throwing up, you know. Just a little...spit up.
And then I noticed that the boy was in some distress. I asked him about it. He's quite stoic, that one, but he told me his tummy hurt.
"Do you need to poop?" I asked, as all mothers and grandmothers do.
"No," he said. "I don't think so." But I could tell he was not feeling good and then suddenly, I saw the signs of impending pukage (yes, that is a medical, scientific word) and before we got to the bathroom, he had not spit up on the floor, but definitely thrown-up.
Poor little guy. Of course he felt much better for a little while as one does after a good vomit, and a sort of chaos ensued as I already had things going for the pancakes, with bacon in the oven and Mr. Moon had to go into town for work and needed his breakfast. And then the waves of distress started to roil again and we made it to the toilet, mostly, this time, and I tried to comfort August but he took it all in stride, in a very calm manner. I called his mother and told her what was going on and we agreed it could have been the pizza or it might be a bug but whichever, he needed to rest and so back into the Glen Den we went, August now clutching my big white plastic bowl and "Shaun The Sheep" was turned on and although I could tell that he still didn't feel well, he immediately plugged into the show. As did Levon.
I made Mr. Moon's breakfast, got him out of the house, got Levon fed, August puked a few more times and so there was clean-up and the use of a cool washrag and I noticed that the last time he vomited, he managed to keep his eyes on the screen as he neatly got the mostly-by-now-bile in the bowl.
I knew he would survive.
And he did.
Levon, eating his pancakes said, "You're taking care of my brudder."
I loved that so much.
After TV we read stories and before too long, August seemed absolutely fine.
Later on, when Jessie came to get them and we were discussing it all, I asked August if he was ever going to eat pizza again.
"Yes," he said, "But not today."
And so that is the story of what was, except for a probable tummy bug, a very nice sleepover. We don't think it was the pizza because he didn't wake up vomiting in the night (thank you, sweet baby Jebus). We shall see if anyone else gets it, if indeed that's what it was.
In technical matters, I have decided that the problem with my photo-sharing is that my phone keeps dropping my WiFi.
I did a very small amount of research and yes, there are remedies but they come with warnings like, "BE CAREFUL! IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY HIT THE WRONG COMMAND YOU MAY WIPE OUT ALL OF THE SETTINGS ON YOUR PHONE WHICH WILL RENDER IT USELESS UNTIL THE APOCALYPSE AT WHICH POINT IT WILL STILL BE USELESS!"
Oh dear god.
I'm also getting a message on my phone when I re-connect the WiFi telling me, "WPA/WPA2 (TKIP) is not considered secure.
If this is your Wi-Fi network, configure the router to use WPA2 (AES) or WPA3 security type."
Oh right. And while I'm doing that I'll be translating Shakespeare into the Amazonian Aboriginal People's tongue and retiling the bathroom and writing best-selling erotica under an assumed name.
Meanwhile, I do believe I'll go steam some artichokes.
Poor August! But kudos to the little guy - he didn't make a big drama of the puking. I hope the lads come to stay with you and Glen again before too many moons have passed (if you will excuse that expression!).ReplyDelete
Oh, I am sure those boys will be back. We need to get Gibson and Owen over here too.Delete
August did not seem to be too upset about his situation. He took it as it came without complaint.
i feel bad for August and hope whatever it is, it passes on and over the rest of the family.ReplyDelete
So far I think everyone is fine.Delete
Take your phone to your phone company and have them reconfigure your phone and/or see if you need to upgrade your wifi router.ReplyDelete
I did something and now my phone seems to be fine but I still have the message about the router. My husband's phone reports the same so I guess I need to figure that out.Delete
Kids tend to recover pretty fast from upsets. Always amazes me.ReplyDelete
Better to steam artichokes than fiddle with your phone while it talks nerdish to you.
And I could only think what a lot of cleaning up you did. I will tell my cat he can go to Florida to puke next time he taste tests a plant.ReplyDelete
I've been exposed to a lot of vomit in my life and although no one WANTS to deal with it, it's not that hard for me. So sure, send that cat of yours down here to puke on my floor! Happy to help.Delete
Oh dear. I am a sympathetic puker. Our funniest story involves my grandson. My youngest daughter was being the perfect auntie, holding him on the couch while he slept. He woke up, looked at her strangely...and then puked right down the front of her v-neck tee shirt. Turns out she's a sympathetic puker as well. The teeshirt had to come off over her head which was a whole 'nuther scene.ReplyDelete
I might have just cut that T-shirt right off! Ugh!Delete
Vomit can indeed be "catching".
I hope you made aioli to go with the artichokes. I'm sorry to hear about the stomach distress, but you sure know how to care for -- well -- everyone and everything.ReplyDelete
I did not and would be ashamed to tell you what we ate them with instead. But they were good.Delete
I'm no expert on childhood puking, despite doing a lot of it myself, but I agree with you and Jessie -- it happened too long after the pizza for that to have been the culprit. Poor August! At least it resolved quickly.ReplyDelete
I'm with you on reconfiguring the router. That surpasses my skill set as well. Maybe there are easy instructions via Google, though? It might just be a matter of adjusting the router settings.
There are instructions on Google but not really easy ones. I'm being Scarlett and will think about that tomorrow when I am stronger.Delete
Ah, yes. Puking is no fun. Poor August. Sounds like things were handled with a minimum of fuss by everyone. Glad he was feeling better at time of departure.ReplyDelete
Yep. It was no big deal for him and it wasn't a big deal for me except that I didn't want him to feel bad. But it didn't last long.Delete
poor August. poor Mary. at least he didn't have appendicitis.ReplyDelete
Oh god. So true!Delete
Oh I hate puke. I know someone's got to clean it up but I have a hard time with that. I hope August feels better now though!ReplyDelete
He's fine and dandy!Delete
You write erotica?ReplyDelete
Poor little guy. I hate vomiting myself and I'm not to keen on cleaning it up. Katie was a champion puker when she was little. Every illness she ever had involved lots of vomiting. Hope he's feeling better now.
Poor grandma who had to clean it all up. Mr. Moon had to go to work? Very convenient:)
No. I do not write erotica nor do I speak the tongue of the Aboriginal Amazonions. Or reconfigure routers either.Delete
It's funny how many nurses I know who really do NOT want to deal with puke.
I said the same thing myself about Mr. Moon going to town. But in his defense, he did announce that he had to do so before the major puking began.
Well, that might have been a little too much information about August's puking. You could have just mentioned that he puked "several times" and left it at that. I don't think I needed the big white bowl description of bile.ReplyDelete
BUT you did take good care of him and it was nice to know that he did start feeling better once he got all of the puke out! :)
Hope you fix the wifi and you all stay healthy!
Ha! Well, I did give you a warning. And I suppose not everyone went to nursing school.Delete
I think everyone is fine now.