Timeline of Events

I think we like to pack a lot of adventure into a small amount of time.  It seems to usually be the late-night hours.  Enjoy this little timeline as much as I did

6:30 p.m.: Owen complaining of a stomach ache
6:35 p.m.:  I run upstairs just in time to see buckets of bright red liquid coming out of him and into the toilet.  Thank goodness for toilets.
6:36 p.m.:  Call 911, as I've never seen that much bright red come out of a person.  Assuming it's blood.
6:37 p.m.:  Tell the nice dispatch lady, "Never mind", as I soon realize that lots of blueberries coming back up turn bright red.  Did you know that?  Well, now you do.  Also, I don't think 911 likes being told, "Never mind."
6:40 p.m.:  Put Owen in the bath just in time to hear Rich Skype us.
6:41 p.m.:  Curse the day I told Rich to go ahead and go to Nicaragua for 3 weeks.  Say 'hi' to Rich just in time to hear Max throw up in the downstairs bathroom.  Tell him I'll talk to him later.
6:45 p.m.:  Put Max in the bath while Owen is throwing up next to us.
6:50 p.m.:  Go downstairs to mop up bathroom with a whole container of Clorox Wipes.
8:00 p.m.:  Get kids to bed, lining their whole bedroom floor with blankets that are easy to throw in the wash.  I have a thing for bodily fluids embedded in the carpet.  Doesn't everybody?
8:20 p.m.:  Hear Max crying.  Go upstairs to find that he has thrown up all over his entire bed.
8:22 p.m.:  Put him in the bath again and line my bed with towels, so I can hopefully help him before he throws up next time.  That doesn't work, by the way.
11:30 p.m.:  Listen to my house being lifted off its foundation by a Wizard of Oz-like wind storm.
1:00 a.m.:  Owen gets up crying--we hang in the bathroom for a while, while he hovers over the toilet.
3:00 a.m.:  Max throws up--holding a bowl while laying down.  Hasn't quite caught on that it will just come right back out of the bowl if you are laying down.  Wipe him down.  My guilty pleasure is going through baby wipes like they are going out of style.
4:00 a.m.:  Owen back in bathroom.  This bathroom stuff is getting old.
6:00 a.m.  Max throws up for the last time.  I just pull his shirt off and baby-wipe him off.
7:00 a.m.  Ryder wakes up and yells, "Mom, do you hear that loudness outside?"  Yep---windstorm has kept everyone in Saratoga Springs company all night.
7:05 a.m.:  Everyone is awake and running around and wrestling and screaming.  The sickies obviously feel better.

I'm tired.

And to my friend Heather who I talked to just yesterday afternoon about how healthy my kids have been lately . . . . I spoke too soon.

On another note, look at the fun I got to have the last few days (in addition to throw-up).  Taking bridal pictures for two bee-you-tiful brides.  Loved it!  One was going for a more Vogue Magazine/dramatic look and one more traditional.  So fun to do both types.  I think I have found my photographic calling in life.

Now I just need that new camera. . . . .

Here's Jessica:

And here's Lindsay:

More of these gals later. . . . and maybe on a new photo blog site.  I know, I know.  Me and 5 million other people out there--but I have to have a spot to show all these great people I get to take pictures of, right?  Now they are just sitting in my pictures folder, waiting.  They hate waiting. . . .