not the day I planned...

Here's what I planned for today: Max's best friend's family invited us to come up to their cabin in Kamas for a barbecue, 4-wheeling, etc. (By the way, his best friend's dad is Marc's cousin -- through marriage -- so we know the whole family. Also, I teach their kids piano. We have a lot of overlap.) Anyway, we had never been to their cabin, so this seemed like a fun way to spend Memorial Day, especially since we didn't really have anything else to do. I was kind of excited because we often have nothing special to do on these Monday holidays. Then, in the plan, we would come home and take flowers to Lola Jane's grave. We intended to do this yesterday, but the rain kept us inside.

Here's what really happened today: Marc got Eva up this morning and it looked like she had thrown up in her crib. She was acting completely normal, though, so we gave her a little breakfast and observed. Three hours later, she was still fine, so we decided to go ahead and drive up to the cabin.

{side note: Marc went to work today. He always works on these Monday holidays when everyone else stays home and plays with their family. I had hoped that this would change after he got tenure, but apparently not. I hate this, as it makes me feel lonely and frustrated when it seems like everyone else is having a great family day.}

We stopped off at the store for some Dramamine so the boys wouldn't get carsick and bought a watermelon, then made the 1 hour and 15 minute drive with no incident. Just half an hour after arriving at the cabin and admiring the beautiful location and the lovely day, Eva started throwing up. So I had to turn around and bring her home to avoid exposing their family to the flu my boys just recovered from (which lasted ALL last week, by the way!)

I hate having a baby who's sick in this way. It's just sad because they obviously don't understand what's happening to them, and they definitely don't understand why you won't give them any food. It breaks my heart when she sees her brothers eating something and wants to have some and just stands there crying when we won't give her any. She's in bed now and I'm crossing my fingers.

But here's the worst news: Marc thinks he's getting it. He was lying on the couch trying to watch the Apprentice and whimpering. I had to escape to the computer because I can't take whimpering or moaning. I finally convinced him to go to bed, but now I'll be sleeping on the couch. I sincerely hope he doesn't start throwing up, because when he does, he makes an unearthly sound. Seriously. It's unlike anything I've ever heard before. It sounds like he's going to cough up his vital organs. Fortunately this doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it terrifies our children!

And, sadly, we didn't make it to the cemetery today. Hopefully tomorrow.