Rob's version of the sickness
So, on Monday when we were all feeling terrible, Rob wrote an email to Will (my brother in Chile who checks email every week on Monday). This is the email:
Willis (and family),
So it started with Seth- he puked a whole bunch on Christmas day, right at the dinner table.
Then, Kaitlyn caught it and was tossing her cookies left and right for a day or two.
I called Grammy and warned her that we'd be bringing sickness into the NMB condo, but she said we'd just pray hard. Well, evidently we don't have quite enough faith, because David woke up at 2 last night (this morning) and lost his lunch in the bathroom. No, not in the toilet- all in the bathroom. EVERYWHERE! Poor ole granddaddy was mopping up vomit for about an hour last night.
In the meantime, Grammy was on the pot making crap soup. And has whipped up many more servings since then.
While all the lysol was flying (your Dad cleaning), Beth was in the bed with me moaning about stomach pains. I told her to convince herself it was just gas and that she wouldn't be sick. Well, nobody listens to me because she got sick anyway.
When we got Natalie out of the crib this morning, she was literally covered with smelly, slimy, yellow, phlegm-filled nastiness. And her crib was covered with the same designer print.
So the kill count is at a staggering 6. Only 3 of us have remained untouched by belly rot. Carolyn, Granddaddy, and me (Rob).
Granddaddy and I are planning on eating some amazing seafood later today, so who knows- maybe Carolyn will be the only one to escape the abundance of regurgitation.
Addendum: Grammy thinks Carolyn's about to ralph because he's been doing this weird hiccup thing for the past few minutes.
I'm reminded of a quote from Wayne's World in which Garth offers Wayne a tiny Dixie cup and says "If you need to spew, spew into this".
And don't forget the song my Mom wrote once:
Regurg-regurg-regurgitate
Throw up what you just ate
V-O-M-I-T
V-O-M-I-T
V-O-M-I-T
Vomit, vomit
We love you. Eat some vitamin C and don't get sick.
Rob and family
Willis (and family),
So it started with Seth- he puked a whole bunch on Christmas day, right at the dinner table.
Then, Kaitlyn caught it and was tossing her cookies left and right for a day or two.
I called Grammy and warned her that we'd be bringing sickness into the NMB condo, but she said we'd just pray hard. Well, evidently we don't have quite enough faith, because David woke up at 2 last night (this morning) and lost his lunch in the bathroom. No, not in the toilet- all in the bathroom. EVERYWHERE! Poor ole granddaddy was mopping up vomit for about an hour last night.
In the meantime, Grammy was on the pot making crap soup. And has whipped up many more servings since then.
While all the lysol was flying (your Dad cleaning), Beth was in the bed with me moaning about stomach pains. I told her to convince herself it was just gas and that she wouldn't be sick. Well, nobody listens to me because she got sick anyway.
When we got Natalie out of the crib this morning, she was literally covered with smelly, slimy, yellow, phlegm-filled nastiness. And her crib was covered with the same designer print.
So the kill count is at a staggering 6. Only 3 of us have remained untouched by belly rot. Carolyn, Granddaddy, and me (Rob).
Granddaddy and I are planning on eating some amazing seafood later today, so who knows- maybe Carolyn will be the only one to escape the abundance of regurgitation.
Addendum: Grammy thinks Carolyn's about to ralph because he's been doing this weird hiccup thing for the past few minutes.
I'm reminded of a quote from Wayne's World in which Garth offers Wayne a tiny Dixie cup and says "If you need to spew, spew into this".
And don't forget the song my Mom wrote once:
Regurg-regurg-regurgitate
Throw up what you just ate
V-O-M-I-T
V-O-M-I-T
V-O-M-I-T
Vomit, vomit
We love you. Eat some vitamin C and don't get sick.
Rob and family
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