THANKSGIVING PART II: 7Up and Jello

So, when the boys wake me up at 2:30 in the morning at Dad's it means one of two things: 1) a train is going through town and they want to see it from our window, or 2) someone's sick. While it is almost always the first, this time unfortunately it was the second one. Little Aidan found himself hovering over the toilet with Wade while I got to round up our stuff and get the 'drips' cleaned out of carpet and sheets. Aidan hasn't gotten sick too awful much in his little life, but he seems to be pretty good and throwing-up. We thought maybe it was just a tummy ache...you read how much food we had...and, he only ate the sweet stuff. After a little while it became clear that he wasn't just dealing with a belly ache. So, at 3 we decided to load up and get him home--2 1/2 hours away. Turns out little boys that don't feel good don't really like sitting in car seats. Twenty-five miles later we had to do some rearranging in the Yukon, and the 'Puke Row' was born. Wade had to drive (and stay awake,) while Owen was pretty uncomfortable alone in the second row. Aidan and I got to sit in the very back with the ice cream bucket and Gpa's 'special juice' (Gatorade.) He passed out right away back there, and we rolled into Denver just shy of six this morning. Now, a couple of hours later, we are stocked with all the flu necessities (7Up, Jello, soup, crackers and Pedialyte.) Both boys are asleep while Wade and I have found ourselves over-caffeinated....As I am typing this I think I just heard Owen jump on the vomit-train...To Be Continued.....