sick, sick, sickies

We've been a little under the weather at our house.
It started the Tuesday before Valentine's day.

Aly, our beloved baby-sitter who is leaving us to get married (WAH!!) had just picked JM up from preschool.  She had to run back to the office to talk to wedding details with a lady.  JM walked into my office, crawled in my lap and just laid there.  Clue #1 something wasn't quite right with my baby.

After a couple minutes there, he got up and walked to Aly.  She picked him up and he just laid his head on her shoulder- clue #2.  She sat him down and he walked over to me.  His face was really pale and he was sweaty but shivering- clue #3.  He looked at me and said "mommy, I ate bad candy... I frowed up..." I knew that look and those words, so I grabbed the trash can.  Poor baby left his entire chick-fil-a lunch in my trashcan.

*Time-out to brag on my friend Mallory.  She's not a mom yet, in fact, she's basically a baby herself and she was at my desk during this lovely moment.  I told her she could leave if she needed to, but she stuck it out and then went to get paper towels and sprite for the poor baby.  She later told me she didn't even gag.  Mal, when you become a grown-up, you will make a fabulous mommy!*

So we went home.  We laid on the couch, alternating between watching movies, napping, playing and needing "the bowl." 

When Micah got home from work, he was running a fever and seemed to have contracted a lovely cold.  This would be an ideal time to mention this was the week before student ministry's (his job) biggest event of the year.  Oh, and his buddy that works with him was also sick.  And their assistant.  Great timing!

We all stayed home on Wednesday.  JM was fine on Thursday and went to school.  Micah stayed home, still not feeling well.  Friday we went on our valentine's date and Saturday was normal...

Sunday at 4:00 AM, I woke up with a bad tummy-ache.  I thought it was just something I ate, so I tried to lay there and get comfortable... Nothing worked.  Then about 6, I got sick.  Apparently I got JM's 12-hour stomach bug on steroids.  My valentine's day was nothing but miserable.

Tuesday, JM woke up with Micah's nasty, nasty cough.  By that night, he was running a little bit of a fever, but seemed okay.  I left him with Aly the next morning, but went home at 3 because his fever was 101.  Fortunately, that went away pretty quickly.

We went to the doctor on Friday just to make sure everything was okay.  He had a bit of a virus.  He was so sweet and brave when the nurse poked his finger.  He just looked at me and said "mommy, why'd you let her use that purple stapler to take my blood away?"  Sweetheart!  He cried a little, but felt tough with his transformer band-aid not too long after.

This past weekend was Big Weekend and he got to stay with BB and Poppy.  The house has been cleaned and sterilized and all the laundry is done (thanks, Mom!) so HOPEFULLY (fingers crossed) the sickness has left our house.

So that's where we've been for the past two weeks.  How about YOU?