Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving this year was not so much fun.

Just so you are warned this post is pretty much entirely about puke so if you don't want to read about that you should totally skip this one.

Porter got sick at school on Tuesday afternoon. And by sick, I mean that he threw up all over his entire classroom and all over all the other kids coats (his teacher put them in individual garbage bags for all the parents to take home, awesome). It was all over his shirt and shoes. I walked in his school about ten minutes early and started playing on the little slide with Luke and Sis when the front desk lady came and asked me if I was Porter's mom because he was in the bathroom throwing up. She and another lady came to help me with the babies so I could go help Porter. By the time I got his shirt off I could hear Aubree having a complete come apart all the way across the school. I went to get her and Luke started freaking out too. So I asked if there was a janitor or someone to help clean up the puke and there wasn't. Porter's poor teacher was doing it. The ladies told me to not worry about it and to just go. I think they wanted Porter out before he started again and Luke and Aubree were both still screaming. Anyway I brought Porter home and he threw up another seven times that night!

Jason and I, being the geniuses that we are, thought he was probably having a horrible reaction to the flu mist vaccine. Ha! (I think we were both hoping that was it as we had big plans for the days ahead.)

Thanksgiving after dinner Luke threw-up, a lot, we were at my moms. We were hoping it was just because he ate too much and was playing too hard but knew that probably was not the case. We decided we had better head home just in case and I had not been feeling all that great either. So we left and he threw up as we were pulling out of my parents circle so we turned around and went back inside to clean him up and grab a bucket. He threw up a couple more times on the way home. A one year old throwing up: Saddest. Thing. Ever.

On the drive home I started to get chills and nausea and my back started hurting so I knew I was in for it. As soon as we got home I had to run into the bathroom to throw up. I don't ever remember feeling that sick in my life! My poor boys! Thank goodness for Jason. He slept in Porter's room with Luke and took care of everything. (Porter was sleeping over at my grandparents with his cousin, Lucy. She was up visiting from Idaho for Thanksgiving.) It seriously rocked me. I was down for an entire 24 hours. It seemed like Porter was only down for 10-12 hours and Luke only about four-ish.

Then on Saturday night Jason got it! He bounced back a little quicker then me too but he was really sick. I was just waiting for Aubree to get it. I thought for sure by Monday or Tuesday she would be throwing up too, but somehow the tiny, little, princess avoided it! Phew!

To top it all off my uncle and his family were staying with us. My aunt helped Jason by starting all Luke's pukey laundry and holding him while Jason was changing his clothes that Luke threw up on. I felt so bad for them. I would have been dying if I was in their shoes. I hope they give us a second chance and stay with us again sometime. Luckily they didn't get sick!

Anyway I would say this was my worst Thanksgiving ever. And I have had some really crappy ones, not gonna lie. On the bright side though I did lose a few pounds and not many people can do that around Thanksgiving time. Go me!

Anyway I hope you all had a much better Thanksgiving then we did.

And I took no pictures so this post is pretty much pointless.