Last week was a nightmare, as the stomach flu ran its course through our little family. . . starting with Jack Monday into Tuesday. . . Luke all night Thursday. . . me, Saturday into Sunday. . . and Sam, Sunday into yesterday. . . Ugh. . .
The stomach flu? Really? That seems like such a wintertime thing. . .
And I'm hoping this is it. . . we've done our tour of duty for the season. Germs you are hearby banished from the Zeli kingdom until next school season, because we are done. The End.
Anyway, today felt like a catch up day. . . Laundry, dishes, clean the potty, etc. etc.
Luke and I took a break in the great. . .
or not so great. . . outdoors this afternoon. Really looks like a storm coming? But only because Mother Nature is taking her turn with the stomach flu and she's feeling a little grumpy. . .
Anyway. . . Luke did his mandatory laps around the house with his buggy. Tried to get him to ride that cute little caterpillar guy (you sit on his back. . . hop up and down and push with your feet. . .). . . But Luke, in usual fashion. . . refuses to sit on any toy. . . And decided pushing the buggy was much more fun.
You sit, Mama.
Yeah.
Anyway. Buggy. Then maybe a throw of the new football?
Or not. Guess that's not a Mama game either.
No, Mama. And the football went into the sand. (Where Max promptly chewed when we looked away minutes later).
Paint-paint. Making stop signs, and rail crossings, and yields, and u-turns. . .
The stomach flu? Really? That seems like such a wintertime thing. . .
And I'm hoping this is it. . . we've done our tour of duty for the season. Germs you are hearby banished from the Zeli kingdom until next school season, because we are done. The End.
Anyway, today felt like a catch up day. . . Laundry, dishes, clean the potty, etc. etc.
Luke and I took a break in the great. . .
or not so great. . . outdoors this afternoon. Really looks like a storm coming? But only because Mother Nature is taking her turn with the stomach flu and she's feeling a little grumpy. . .
Anyway. . . Luke did his mandatory laps around the house with his buggy. Tried to get him to ride that cute little caterpillar guy (you sit on his back. . . hop up and down and push with your feet. . .). . . But Luke, in usual fashion. . . refuses to sit on any toy. . . And decided pushing the buggy was much more fun.
You sit, Mama.
Yeah.
Anyway. Buggy. Then maybe a throw of the new football?
Or not. Guess that's not a Mama game either.
No, Mama. And the football went into the sand. (Where Max promptly chewed when we looked away minutes later).
Paint-paint. Making stop signs, and rail crossings, and yields, and u-turns. . .
Pway twucks. And the trucks went up and down the car ramp for a while.
Bubbles? Until he decided it was bubble time. His way, of course. He's so cute learning how to blow (not in time for birthday candles, but there's always next year. . .). . .
First blowing as hard as his little lungs could woooooosssshhhh!
Then the bubble wand went straight onto his mouth. . .
Creating the ever so cute bubble beard.
And he would laugh. . .
A fun afternoon togther. . .
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