Explosive Weekend

Sounds fun, yes? No no no. It was explosive in all the wrong ways. Try to imagine how Aurora could be fully clothed--diaper, long-sleeve onesie, and pants, and she could have a poop-xplosion all over the kitchen floor, her, me, and the changing table. Today it managed to get all over the living room as well. Truly impressive. And then throw in Sky and I experiencing all of the weight and glory of a 12-hour, knock-you-out flu. Poor Aurora didn't know quite what to do when Mama was throwing up. She just had a look on her face of "that's not right!!" and I couldn't agree more. It is the definition of "backwards" when the food is on its way out the way it came in. Not right indeed.

I was proud of the fact that in the midst of it all, I could still count my blessings.

1) Aurora was the least effected of all of us--she managed to laugh her way through much of the experience. Couldn't ask for anything more in such circumstances.

2) Sky and I caught it about half a day apart, and so I was just well enough to care for the baby by the time he turned pale and needed to lie down.

3) We will always have the memory of Sky asking me, while I was at my very worst, with his charming smile and playful gleam in his eye: "I know you said you don't want to talk right now, but how about I make you flashcards so you can communicate...things like 'water' and 'food'?" GET. OUT.

4) It is pretty sweet to have such great relationships between the three of us that the only thing we really wanted was each other when we felt every kind of awful. (To be honest Aurora did favor me a bit, which I properly soaked up because some day soon she will be all about Daddy, I just know it.)

Sky is currently napping with the little one, and I am grateful for how quickly this illness-bomb came and went. I even had the wherewithal to clean up the house last night before heading to bed... so now I have a few quiet moments to myself, with no poop or shrapnel in sight. Aaaaaaah. The victory of surviving is sweet, even if we came out on the bottom of a lot of nasty.