Sara, Sara, Sara.

***If you have a weak stomach, you may want to skip this post entirely.***

So, right after I posted last Thursday about how my little Sara is kind of a puker, she just had to go and seriously prove my point. Ugh. Friday night about an hour and a half after putting her down she had a rerun of her dinner that she dragged all through her room and out to the hall, before she burst into tears and alerted us to the situation. Wow, she made a mess, and it was gross--I won't be too descriptive here! Jared immediately got on the phone to see if he could rent a steam cleaner right that second, but it was too late. We did our best to clean it up and then of course wouldn't let her near any soft surface, poor thing. So Saturday was spent with a rented carpet cleaner, and Jared really worked hard and did all the carpets while he was at it. She didn't eat much, and we vigilantly followed her around with a bucket, but she did have a fever, so we weren't sure what bug she had. So, anyway, I went off to a fun girls' night Twilight party--yes, I read them and enjoyed them a lot, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Then the second I opened the door at about 10:30, Jared was dumping her in the tub again! Poor thing had thrown up and not even woken up, and Jared only discovered said mess when he checked in on her. He said she burst into tears again when he told her she had thrown up. At least all of this was just on bedding and could just be thrown in the washer.

Anyway, we didn't think we should spread the love, so we stayed home from church Sunday--oh, and we were basically snowed in, too. LOVE WISCONSIN! Jared broke off a piece of his front bumper (to be fair, he had cracked it in a prior snow storm) getting to his meetings in the morning, and he said he was almost high centering and fish-tailing all over the place. Uh, shouldn't someone tell Wisconsin that it is Spring!?!

She seems to be over it now, but I shouldn't jinx it. Oh, and John keeps saying that the only rule in our house is is "No Throw Upping." Not a bad idea, but I just don't think we're out of those woods for some reason. Good thing she's so cute!

The Dells

Well, it's high time I post pictures from our trip to The Dells a few weeks ago. We had an awesome time, even though the kids had "walking pneumonia." We got them doped up and the doctor said they wouldn't be contagious, so we dragged them along. They were coughing like crazy and fighting fevers the whole time, and of course Sara had to get a few pukes in. I'm not sure if we've ever gone anywhere with her without a little vomit to make things interesting. My friend kept saying, "Man, your kids throw up A LOT." Granted she is the friend who was fortunate enough to have them throw up at her house two different times back in December--as in Sara two times one day and John like four times another before we finally took him home. She probably has officially put us on a DO NOT CALL list for any upcoming festivities. Yeah, we're the fun people!!

Anyway, we stayed in a condo thing with three other super fun families (although we really missed the other two families that moved since last year--so sad!), had a lot of laughs and good food and went to the waterpark a lot. I had hoped that my kids would be the kids that you can't drag away from the slides, but alas, they were the ones you had to drag onto the slides. Factoring in the fevers, I can't say I blame them, but it was still sad that they didn't totally love it. I literally pushed both of them on a few times, and John was bribed into going on his own a few times--enough to get to buy a movie with Dad, and he really just loved the regular pool the best. He actually loves to go under all by himself without even plugging his nose. And Sara, well, she just wanted me to hold her the whole time, although I think she liked the lazy river okay and the ride that we could all go on together. I will say this in their defense, though. There are a lot of things that squirt you in the face all over the place and who likes that? I mean it's one thing to go down a water slide, but when you have to go under a waterfall at the end, that just is a different matter completely, right? Or what about the giant bucket of water that dumps a huge amount of water every few minutes? Seriously terrifying. And even in the wave pool, there are big squirt guns all along the side that people can shoot, and that water is cold!! Is this just me?

Jared and I love the rides, and it was fun to be able to trade off with the guys going and then the girls going. Make sure you watch the video, which is the girls going down a ride that is way fun, and then the camerawoman falling off at the end and getting run over by the tube--sorry, Julie! But, it's pretty funny!

Oh, and then the minute we got home, I knew I had caught what the kids had--yeah, I basically went to bed and didn't get out for several days. The kids watched a lot of TV last week, and Sara keeps saying something about "PBS kids dot org" and "up next." Awesome.

I feel like this post doesn't make the trip sound very fun, but we did have a lot of fun, so I'm not sure what that says about us--either we're desperate and so boring normally that this was great or we are just super fun and can always find the fun! I'm sure it's the latter.

Till next time!






I'm not sure why John felt more comfortable going down on his tummy--seems like that'd be worse.

Happy Sara.



The guys decided to wake Jared up like this...
so he thanked them with some morning breath kisses--my fav!
And here's the video...

I Pledge Allegiance to Fancy Nancy?

Sara had a party to go to with a Fancy Nancy theme, so we tried to get her all decked out. Of course I wanted to take a picture, and this is how she posed. What can I say? She got a ton of other cute stuff at the party--my favorite is the boa--so now she can really do it up right! I know she had a ball, and I'm sorry I missed it!

My mini arteest

If you haven't heard, Kung Fu Panda is the latest craze for John, and he spends hours and hours coloring, drawing, playing with and imitating the Furious Five fighters and their "moves." He has over thirty different coloring pages that he has colored that must not be thrown away, which he often spreads out to study. He has the complete McD's set of the fighters, which often HAVE to come with us somewhere. He has filled about four regular notebooks and countless plain white paper with his own drawings, which are all also special. He loves to come into my room to practice his moves on my bed--his is not big enough, of course. And every day when it's school he asks if we're going to learn about Kung Fu that day. I've tried to explain that I'm not a master, but he doesn't think it's a problem, because he is and he will show us. Oh, I see!

Well, as the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Check out his drawings. Remember that he is four. If you happen to be KFP illiterate, the top is Viper, then Monkey, Mantis, Crane, and Tigress at the bottom. I especially loved the Mantis he did in the other one. I know I can't do better, that's for sure.