Tuesday

I hate thinking of titles all of the time. Perhaps I'll just write the day of the week.

We are of course back from our weekend and what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't report? It was just what I expected: three incredibly well-behaved, self-sufficient kids willing to play with and entertain Sophia...and Ross all weekend long. Yes I think this was one of Ross' favorite weekends. To be busy from sun-up to sun-down with swimming, soccer games, park play, and (ahem) game cube, may be just what my big kid needs to be utterly happy. :) Sometimes I feel like such an old lady next to him, especially being pregnant, what with me wanting nothing more than a nap and some time to read. I guess that makes us a good team. Well... I guess that just makes me really lucky since he allowed me to nap and read while he went non-stop. Sometimes, I will admit, like most of us, I focus on the good stuff on my blog, so it sounds like I have only the BEST things to say about my PERFECT husband. Well obviously there's more :), but this weekend, he really was, all 'blog superilatives' aside, super-husband, super-dad, and super-uncle. I felt like one big, tired, lucky, pregnant woman.

Saturday afternoon we were joined by my dad and Mary Beth. My dad soaked in the hot-tub for what seemed long enough to cook a man of normal size, (but since he is a Frisch, he came out alright.) We got pizza and watched Teenage Mutan Ninja Turtles with the kids and soaked up each-other's company. We don't get enough of it. Since we didn't get a picture together on my camera, I'll have to improvise... (here's one of my Dad and Mary Beth from Ian's wedding last year.)The one very un-fun bump in the road: Sophia got sick. After a day in the sun, she seemed to be running a fever. After some motrin, pizza, and ... icecream (only the best for my poor, little sick girl)... we put her down. A couple of hours later we went up to find her super hot, whimpering, and shaking like I've never seen. It freaked me out so I laid her on Byron and Kim's bed next to me while Ross went down to find a thermometer and some more medicine. After dozing off for a few minutes, she sits up abruptly, coughs, and then.... duh duh duh... vomits. Yup, on Byron and Kim's beautiful bed. I scooped her up as fast as I could to run to the bathroom, but all that meant was we extended the mess from the bed, through the length of the bedroom, and bathroom, to the counters and sink. It was awful. I've never seen her throw up- she spit up a bunch as a baby, but never real throw-up. She was so horrified and kept wiping her little tongue like "what is this?!" (Is this far too graphic and disgusting for the blog??) It just broke my heart. Especially because I think there are few things worse in life than throwing up (Sarah, if you're still reading through the details, I know you're nodding your head in emphatic agreement.) Eventually, it subsided, and her and I jumped in the tub while Ross started the very lengthy late-night clean-up. Evidence of both the super-husband and super-dad.

As expected, she seemed to feel much better after the purge, and slept in until 9 or so... she seemed to be totally out of the funk within a couple of days. Here's a cute one of her on Byron's quad when they got back from their weekend in Mexico.

Thank you Byron and Kim for letting us enjoy your beautiful home and for treating our little mishap like nothin', and thanks Colton, Chloe, and Soren for a fun weekend! We miss you already!