Well, today's post was supposed to be filled with breathtaking pictures and fun stories about our annual biking and camping trip to Moab. Unfortunately, that is not the case this morning.
Instead of adventures, our weekend was filled with throwing up and no one making it to the potty (if you know what I mean). The theme of the weekend was, "Another One Bites the Dust." It seemed like every time I turned around, another Braner was throwing up or changing his or her pants! We had a TERRIBLE case of upper and lower GI nastiness! (For those of you at KCO in 2002, it was Ellanoma all over again!)
It started with Gabby. . .oh my! She went through more pairs of pants than I ever thought possible! She was sick and dehydrated and lethargic and CRANKY and emotional. . .it was unbelievable! Then Maggie started throwing up on Friday morning (she was so sick--and still is). Then that night Dax got it and the projectile was EVERYWHERE!!! Lesley and I followed those three. Then Hays. Fortunately, Andy never got it (thank goodness because he is headed to Nashville) and Tiki's amazing Africa immune system saved him. . .that is one pro about my little guy drinking dirty water and being exposed to who knows what for six years!
Our doctor friend, Valerie, was our life saver! She prescribed us some wonderful meds that helped with the throwing up!!! I really think the weekend would have been much more miserable without her help! (And, yes, I sent meds to Nashville with Andy just in case!)
So, today is a new week. The boys all went to school. Gabby is feeling better. Margo is still down for the count. Lesley and I are up and at 'em and Andy is off to Nashville!
More to come. . .but hopefully not involving throwing up or running to the potty!