Whoa.

Obviously, things have been a little crazy around here lately as evident by no updated posts in a while but no more!! We had an incredibly tough week last week all thanks to the dreaded stomach virus that has been plaguing the cruise ships and causing them to return to port. Sheesh. If we were going to get it, we should have at least gotten part of a cruise out of the deal!

We started out last Saturday with what we were hoping to be as a really fun date day. The Mama and The Squishy had a date to run around and pick up a few things for his upcoming first Birthday ::: sobbs ::: and The Dada and The Emma had a date to head to lunch and just have some special alone time. Although I tend to spend a lot of time with The Squishy in the evenings because he is a complete basket-case that rules the house and a FULL Mama's boy, I rarely ever get one on one time with him. On the weekends, I try to get Emma out of the house and even if its just running to the mall, she and I usually have good Mama-Emma time. So we were really excited to be switching it up a bit.

The morning started out great. It was a beautiful day, The Squishy was happy as can be and eating up all the attention that the ladies were giving him at the stores. Then came lunch. Since Daddy and Emma were having lunch, The Squishy and I decided to do the same thing. He was NOT interested in eating anything which is not like my little endless pit. As the minutes went on through lunch, he got really pale, looked exhausted and just wasn't right. My sick-baby radar kicked into full affect and off we went to home. Luckily we weren't far from home and just as I put the keys in the back door and was attempting to walk inside...SPLAT! Barf. Everywhere. Thank goodness he didn't wait another second because we were still outside. He continued to get sick another three times, be seemed to go to bed okay. Didn't sleep well, but didn't get sick anymore.

Now on to Emma Kathryn. Just about the time when The Squishy had thrown up for the last time, Emma started to tell us that her belly hurt. Uh. Oh. Yup. About an hour later, SPLAT!! Barf. Everywhere. Off to the bathtub she went with Daddy while Mommy tended to the kitchen floor. Ugh. She really perked up after that, until about an hour later, and an hour after that, and then another hour after that. So another three episodes later, late into the night. She was finally asleep in our bed.

Round three. Just as Emma stopped getting sick, I got it. We were dropping like flies. Luckily, I got a much more mild version but still felt really awful.

Sunday was pretty rough for The Squishy, he didn't want to eat or drink anything and you could tell he just felt terrible. Emma was exhausted Sunday morning, but had a long nap and was almost back to her self that afternoon. Wes had made it. Or so we thought.

We wake up Monday morning and guess who's stomach hurt. The Dada. And The Dada got it the worst. I stayed home from work to tend to all three of my sick babies and by the afternoon, I was on the phone with 911 because of how sick Wes was. Oh, and this whole time, Squishy was turning blue randomly. I'll keep try to sum up the rest quickly, but Wes was admitted to the hospital for a few days because his phosphorous levels were critically low. The babies were doing better, but Squishy was still having some serious issues. So in between visits to the hospital I took him to the doctors and got him all checked out. We both returned to work on Thursday and were quite happy to do so!

Oh, but we weren't done yet. The Mama got it again Thursday night and all of Friday.

Ugh.

We are finally all on the mend this week and were good enough to head to a Baptism that Sunday. Man did that feel good to have everyone back to normal and up and out of the house on a beautiful day celebrating. This week has been back to craziness at work with overtime, but no matter how crazy it got, all I could think was how much better it was then the previous week. Whoa.

I still would like to do a little photo-shoot with the Squishy for his upcoming first Birthday (MONDAY AAHHHH) but haven't gotten there yet. I did snap a few pictures of him after nap on Sunday while he was still dressed for the Baptism. The only thing missing are his new shoes and his first baby tie. Yup. Adorable.

I really wanted to get a picture of him dressed up because this is normally what he looks like. Notice the one sock missing. Yeah, that's his favorite thing to do. I'm pretty sure he spends 85% of his time with only one sock on.

While Mommy was busy sanitizing the house for the 15th time in a row, Emma did a little painting.

I promise. Our kids do actually wear clothes. Although now that its so warm out, Emma is a big fan of stripping off her clothes and running around in just her big girl undies. Which is the perfect time to get out the paint brushes.

So here we are, back in our "normal" lives again. And we couldn't be happier. March sure started off rough, but I am determined to turn it around with Squishy's upcoming Jungle birthday party. Complete with a one year old covered in cake and cupcakes, homemade banners, lots of balloons, homemade "Wild Thing" Birthday outfits and lots of fun and family.