We're on the B.R.A.T. diet over here. You know bananas, rice, applesauce, toast. Monday Moonpie was having stomach aches, but we attributed it to one too many sugar babies at the 4th of July parade. For a child who doesn't eat much in the processed food realm, a small bag of sugar babies can do you in! She's been a little under the weather all week, and my stomach has been off and on. Buddy on the other hand has been great. So imagine our surprise when he leaned over the arm of the couch yesterday and threw up. Three times. John and I looked at each other and said "hmm, that's weird". And then got to the business of cleaning.
This weekend John and I are supposed to be going into Austin to sing in a wedding (here's what we are singing, with some minor word changes- and minus the leather pants and heavy eye liner). They are providing two whole nights in a hotel for just the two of us. Here's hoping we make it through today and then are able to make it. I'd hate to miss.
In honor of our feeling ick, I'm busting out my all time favorite book to read to the kids- A Wrinkle in Time. I hope they love it as much as I always have.
Back to bed we go.