we went to the children's art museum and ran around and looked at exhibits.
reagan is so skinny that none of his pants fit him in the waist. but because he is so tall i have to buy 3T to ensure that he isn't wearing booty shorts. while he was running around playing his pants dropped to his ankles. i was laughing so hard that i could hardly take these pictures. let alone help him pull his pants up!
reagan saw that i was going to be no help to him so he went to caroline for a quick pants pull up.
what's up chuck?
it's time for another edition of...........MAMA DRAMA!!! not for the faint of heart!
last week we drove to waycross and savannah for the weekend. it was our first trip with scarlett grace as an out of the womb passenger. it started out uneventful enough. then about two minutes from the alabama/georgia state line, reagan starts tossing his cookies. projectile vomiting all over himself. poor thing. we had to pull over and try and clean him off with diaper wipes and mcdonald's napkins. a few more miles down the road he starts throwing up again and we stop at a fred's and buy some towels to wrap around him and his carseat. a few more miles down the road, and they are no longer for protecting against vomit but they become receptacles for it. it was the only thing we could do for him. by time we arrived in waycross, reagan had thrown up 10 times. mimi susu administers a suppository and for the first time in his little life, reagan requests his diaper be put back on. and then he drinks some juice and promptly barfs on me.
the next morning, we think that reagan is feeling better because he wakes up snd requests chocolate milk. and then he throws that up. he must have finally gotten everything out of his system because he was fine. and a good thing too, because thomas and i were both too sick to take care of him. i'm up all night sick the next night. silly me, i thought i was over it and i went to church. as soon as we leave, i promptly throw up in the church parking lot. how many of you can claim that feat? and i'm not even pregnant! soon we pack up to leave for alabama and i give one final send off of our weekend trip, right in my mother-in-law's bushes. reagan excitedly exclaimed "bye bye pancakes!" indeed!
so the grossness subsides for a couple of days. i am thinking that we have finally gotten through this illness. our wonderful friends caroline, sydney and john evan come to see us. we decided to go to the YMCA and go for a swim. swimming is one of reagan's most favorite things ever. he was ecstatic! before scarlett was born we went at least 3 times a week. this was our first time back in 8 weeks! he was so excited that when he thought he was getting dropped off in childcare instead of getting to go swim, he threw up on me and the rug in the lobby. and then he really didn't get to go swim. this was one of those times when i looked around and was absolutely grateful we are moving out of state.
one last time, just for fun. then this morning, thomas comes and tells me that reagan threw up in his bed last night. it was all over his toys and pillows and blankets and he had slept on it all night. being a mother is fantastic. my life is so glamorous. please don't hate me. you too can have a life this dreamlike!
we went to the doctor today to get to the bottom of this illness, before it got to the bottom of us. i guess gastroenteritis can stay latent in your system for a while. thankfully mylanta clears it up!