Feeling Sick

Z, who is now 4 and 3 months, has come down with some sort of stomach bug. She was vomiting and holding her tummy. She just looked miserable. As she fell back onto the pillow and held her hand to her tummy, she said, "Papa, I don't want to give you my germs."

Made me tear up a bit.

Then she realized that her friends Brendan and Gus were hanging out at Gus' house and eating pizza.

"You know, Papa. ***VOMIT*** I think I feel okay to go to Gus' house. ***RETCH***"

Tough customer.

Dinner At Franklins

Everyone was a bit on edge, and S and Z were cranking away at one another. Definitely in need of dinner ASAP. Z recommended Franklin's, and somehow S & I crossed signals, and ended up in the car driving out to Hyattsville.

Since Z had been super cranky the whole way out (and S&I as well) I made a new rule: "Since we're going to be hanging out with a bunch of people out at a restaurant, and we don't want to be rude, we need to try not to argue or fight with one another. So if anyone starts to get angry, or rude, they need to go out to the car until they calm down."

We made it through a really pleasant evening. With only one semi-meltdown. Z said one thing, then S said, "No that's not what you said." Z was just about to start yelling when she visibly got hold of her emotions. She took a deep breath, and said quietly, "Momma. I think you misunderstood what I was saying."

Spelling Bee

Mama: (to me) "She's being a P-I-L-L."

Z: "I am not a pill!"