that started off with sleeping in, pancakes and a trip to the Farmers' Market. The girls had an afternoon movie and dinner with a friend, while Little Guy and I had leftovers at home,and a fun trip to the store where he entertained everyone with his cart-pushing antics. He even helped me clean up a bit. Slight exaggeration there: in reality he was thoughtful with his messiness and only drew on the sofa with a washable marker (instead of a Sharpie).
Next thing you know, it's bedtime. Diaper change, teeth brushed, jammies on, and it's "boot" (book) time. Little Guy is snuggled up under his warm Little Guy-sized comforter (he still loves it, Berta), helps me read, and then nods off while I sing to him. Just as I was thinking he was in a deep, sound sleep, and could possibly be moved to his crib (mind you, this is difficult to do, as he is so sweetly cuddled up next to me, snoozing away) he...
This post was actually interrupted last night at the exact spot above by a second round of what I was about to describe: a weird choking sound, perhaps a cough, but then followed by a stream of vomit that would have him as a shoo-in for any movie requiring copious amounts of aforementioned yuck. Our clothes and the blanket took the brunt of it the first time. I cleaned him up, he donned new jammies, was off to bed. Caitlin sang him to sleep while I started the laundry, thinking it was a one-time deal. The second time sickness struck, we did the same exact thing (Caitlin was again a huge help), only this time I brought him downstairs with me. I wasn't quite ready for bed, and I was no longer comfortable with him alone in the room, even though I was nearby. We curled up on the couch together, I put a blanket on my lap "just in case" and...
Yes, try not once more, but five more times. We sat up together (well, he slept, mostly upright in my arms) until 3 a.m. I was scared to sleep, fearing I would miss the choking sound, and we would both end up covered in vomit, or something even worse. Finally, after the last bout, it seemed like he had exhausted his system of anything and everything. We went upstairs, I put him on a blanket on the floor next to me, and he snoozed peacefully for the next five hours.
He woke up the next morning around 8 a.m., as cheerful as could be. No more illness, and no sign of the listless little guy who slept in my arms the night before. He nursed for a bit, cuddled, and went back to sleep for a good nap that he had to have needed. So, what was it?
No idea. None whatsoever. The only thing Cait and I came up with was a batch of bad Kefir, but it just seems unlikely. He didn't have that much, and this came on so quickly and was so intense. I am guessing it was just likely 'one of those things' and it just happened to hit then.
Now one might wonder where Pete was in all of this and why he was not a bit more helpful. I have only mentioned it briefly in another post, but he has left town for several weeks. Not by choice entirely (well, he chose the time period), but by necessity for his next tour of duty. He has some, how can I say, heavy-duty training to complete? It was an 8 week course, now down to 5 (yes, a mere 5 weeks...seriously, we are stoked, he won't miss Reconciliation!) and all of the training is held in the DC area. You know what that means....Red, Hot & Blue, baby Nate, snow....no, I am not jealous, why do you ask?
What sort of training? Not sure how much I can delve into here, so suffice to say, if you thought he was getting lean and mean before (am I allowed to mention the 47 pounds you have lost in a year, Pete?), then we can't wait to see him in a month (sorry about the above, dear, but I am tired of waiting to brag). The training is obviously to prepare for going overseas to certain areas, and tests them in many ways physically and mentally. There, that sounds standard enough, and since I really don't know that much to begin with, I will quit while I am ahead.
Now one might wonder, why now? Why not later? While we did not want to see him go, we thought it would be a good preparation for the long haul and we really want to have focused family time in the month or so before he leaves. We need to get moved, unpacked, settled, and take some sort of family vacation before he departs in July, and figured it would be easier to have him away now vs. later. I had also anticipated a possible break, which would make the 5 weeks easier, but that is not going to happen. What will happen?
Good grief, everything. We are so busy that we end up finding it hard at times to fit Peter in for a Skype session. The three hour time difference throws us off, and we are all just occupied doing what we need to do. We have found the easiest option is to turn on the call, and folks just wander in and out to say hello. At times, it's almost as though he is here with us, just glued to the couch with a glass screen covering his face.
Can I put a plug in for Skype now? Seriously, this method of contact has changed everything. The kids not only talk to Pete, but 'see' him on a daily basis. Every time Nicholas walks by the office, he points to the computer and says, "Daddy, Daddy!" I think he is going to be quite surprised when he actually sees Pete in person again, especially since Peter has taken to pretending to bang on the screen of the laptop, and shouting that he needs to be let out. This sends Nicholas into fits of laughter, but I think he is pretty convinced that Pete now lives in the monitor.
He doesn't though, thankfully, and we can't wait to see him in a few short weeks. I am sure we will have a few more trials and tribulations, but I realized during Nicholas's short-lived illness that I was actually quite lucky. It was not a school night, Nicholas really wasn't that ill (no fever or other symptoms), I had already decided we weren't going to stress about church in the morning (would spend most of afternoon there for a retreat), and I knew the girls would sleep in and/or could get up and care for themselves in the morning.
Yawn. I was going to continue with the effects of Pete's departure on the girls (not all bad, I assure you), but have realized I am downright exhausted. Since tomorrow is a school day...good night!