What the hay...

We had yet another late night last night, but it was all good. We went to visit some friends in Glendora that we haven't seen for 6 years!! It's sad how quickly time can pass if you don't pay attention to it. They are dear friends from our ward in Covina and it was amazing how easy it was to pick right up like we saw eachother yesterday. Thanks Stephanie and Hector.
We got home around 10:30 (we wanted to make sure we wore out our welcome!) and Kelly picked up the Bishop's two boys who were spending the night with us because their parents are out of town and they wanted to go on the paint ball trip today. We got everyone into bed and then we get out of bed to go put h20 bottles in the freezer and make lunches for all the paint ballers since they didn't do it earlier...SURPRISE! We finally get back into bed and are talking when Kelly has to excuse himself...not feeling too well. WHENEVER someone in my house has the flu or anything like unto it, my stomach freaks out! I start feeling queasy and it takes a while for me to figure out if I'm physically sick or mentally sick. I'm just thanking my lucky stars I didn't kiss him goodnight yet because then I'd have "it" for sure. He's back and forth for a while and we finally get to sleep. The next thing you know, Brayden is in our room, whimpering that he's scared. He's been coming to get into our bed a lot lately, but I don't want him in there (even more than usual) because Kelly's sick and I want to stop the spread of whatever it is. Brayden is bouncing up and down like he does when he's delirous and needs to use the rest room, so I tell him to go to the bathroom and then I'll take him to bed. He's in there for a little bit and I call out from my bed, "you okay in there?" He says he is so I remind him to wash his hands, with soap and then I'll tuck him in. I get out of bed and we go get him settled in once again, turn on the closet light, and I throw in the obligatory, "you feeling better now?" He cuddles up with his sheets and says, "yeah, I just hope I don't vomit again!" NOT expecting that answer! "What do you mean, vomit? You threw up? Where?" He's starting to fall asleep now and says, "in your bathroom." "Did you throw up in the toilet?" I asked, my stomach is now doing flip-flops! "No, I threw up when I was sitting on the toilet." I'm doing a mental calculation in my head of the last time we had a "using the bathroom and throwing up at the same time" incident and how I wished he had been sitting on the pot for that one and think maybe I dodged a bullet, but I still can't believe what a casual conversation we're having. "You threw up and you didn't tell me?" His eyes aren't even open now. "Sorry Mom...I forgot." Well, I'm taking that as a good sign, it couldn't have been too traumatic and I didn't hear him getting sick, so...
SO...I come back into my room and see Kelly standing at the bathroom door with the light on, dumbstruck, and we both say, "what the..." Vomit is an understatement! I left the room, Kelly cleaned it up, washed his hands and feet, and we finally get back into bed. Just before he falls asleep he rolls over and says, "Happy Anniversary." Because it is now, even though we shouldn't be awake to know that!