Sunday evening I was talking with my mom on the phone and getting dinner ready. Aubree was cutting papers into tiny confetti. The next thing I knew, she was guiltily looking up at me with her hand full of hair. 
Aauugghhh. I'm sure this is a normal childhood occurrence but I was really hoping to avoid it. Not too long ago Aubree's good friend cut a chunk out of her hair and I took the opportunity to have a number of discussions with Aubree about how bad it looked and how she should never do that to her hair. She seemed appropriately appalled at what her friend had done and I imagined we had dodged a bullet. Apparently not.
Aauugghhh. I'm sure this is a normal childhood occurrence but I was really hoping to avoid it. Not too long ago Aubree's good friend cut a chunk out of her hair and I took the opportunity to have a number of discussions with Aubree about how bad it looked and how she should never do that to her hair. She seemed appropriately appalled at what her friend had done and I imagined we had dodged a bullet. Apparently not.Don't worry, I think I handled the situation quite well. After hanging up with my mom (who later informed me she and my dad "laughed and laughed") I think I said something along the lines of, "you lose your scissors FOREVER." I almost got out the hair-cutting scissors and chopped all of her hair to shoulder length (the piece she cut goes about to her chin). At first she (way too happily in my opinion) agreed, "yeah! I want my hair cut like yours!" But soon she cried, "Noooo, I want loooooonnnnnnggggg hair." "Good," I grumbled to myself, "you should be upset." See, handled it like a pro. I even sent her to bed early.
I took the picture on the right the day after the "incident." If Aubree looks a bit pallid it's not the camera's fault. That morning she woke up around 7:30 and called out, "Mom! My tummy hurts...let's have breakfast." She'd gone to bed early and hadn't eaten much dinner, so I figured she was super hungry. I told her to get up and we'd have breakfast. She repeated her statement a few more times, but didn't get out of bed and then fell back asleep till 8.
When I went in to get her at 8 her face was ghostly pale. Even her lips were chalk white. "Uh oh," I thought, "she really is sick!" Though she wanted breakfast she didn't eat anything. At one point she pushed her pancakes away and said, "I need something easier to eat, maybe something with a spoon." No luck with cereal either. She fell asleep twice during breakfast. That freaked me out a little because it is soooooo not like her.
She went back to sleep on the couch and woke up a short while later because she needed to use the restroom.
While sitting on the toilet, she started vomiting. I caught most of it in my hands (oh, the joys of motherhood). The next couple hours she alternated sleeping and throwing up. She was remarkably calm during the whole ordeal. I know after I throw up I always feel shaky and sometimes just want to cry. Even when sitting in a pool of puke or dry-heaving, she seemed totally unfazed. Although dealing with throw-up is no fun and I felt bad that Aubree was hurting, it ended up being a very pleasant day. She's strangely better behaved when she's sick - no whining, no fighting, super polite and grateful. By afternoon she was feeling much better and is fine today.
I think Aubree got what
Bryce had a week ago. He cried out in the middle of the night and when I went to check on him I discovered he'd thrown up in his crib. He spent the rest of the night waking up every 45 minutes to vomit. Poor, poor kid. I knew he was really sick when he actually went to sleep next to me in my bed (easier to manage the puke episodes that way). Normally there is zero chance he'll stay still long enough to sleep in my bed. Again, though I was sad he was hurting and hated having to be up all night, I enjoyed getting a chance to cuddle with him. Thankfully, he was better by the morning. I guess if they have to get sick one that only lasts 8 hours is the kind to get!
PS No, Bryce wasn't still sick in the picture on the left, it's from our most recent excursion to the zoo.
I took the picture on the right the day after the "incident." If Aubree looks a bit pallid it's not the camera's fault. That morning she woke up around 7:30 and called out, "Mom! My tummy hurts...let's have breakfast." She'd gone to bed early and hadn't eaten much dinner, so I figured she was super hungry. I told her to get up and we'd have breakfast. She repeated her statement a few more times, but didn't get out of bed and then fell back asleep till 8.
When I went in to get her at 8 her face was ghostly pale. Even her lips were chalk white. "Uh oh," I thought, "she really is sick!" Though she wanted breakfast she didn't eat anything. At one point she pushed her pancakes away and said, "I need something easier to eat, maybe something with a spoon." No luck with cereal either. She fell asleep twice during breakfast. That freaked me out a little because it is soooooo not like her.She went back to sleep on the couch and woke up a short while later because she needed to use the restroom.
While sitting on the toilet, she started vomiting. I caught most of it in my hands (oh, the joys of motherhood). The next couple hours she alternated sleeping and throwing up. She was remarkably calm during the whole ordeal. I know after I throw up I always feel shaky and sometimes just want to cry. Even when sitting in a pool of puke or dry-heaving, she seemed totally unfazed. Although dealing with throw-up is no fun and I felt bad that Aubree was hurting, it ended up being a very pleasant day. She's strangely better behaved when she's sick - no whining, no fighting, super polite and grateful. By afternoon she was feeling much better and is fine today.I think Aubree got what
Bryce had a week ago. He cried out in the middle of the night and when I went to check on him I discovered he'd thrown up in his crib. He spent the rest of the night waking up every 45 minutes to vomit. Poor, poor kid. I knew he was really sick when he actually went to sleep next to me in my bed (easier to manage the puke episodes that way). Normally there is zero chance he'll stay still long enough to sleep in my bed. Again, though I was sad he was hurting and hated having to be up all night, I enjoyed getting a chance to cuddle with him. Thankfully, he was better by the morning. I guess if they have to get sick one that only lasts 8 hours is the kind to get!PS No, Bryce wasn't still sick in the picture on the left, it's from our most recent excursion to the zoo.
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Sick babies are the worst! Although I do like that they are so cuddly when they are sick. I LOVE your haircut. You look awesome!
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