My Mommy Curse

BYU had it's last home football game this season, at 8:15PM; and the opponent was ISU.  Suffice to say, it wasn't the hottest ticket in town.  More like, the coldest.  It had snowed 12+ inches the day prior.

Nick and I temporarily lost our sanity, and decided not only to go to the game ourselves, but to take the kids too.

We dressed everyone in their warmest attire.  And we took the kids to eat at the Malt Shoppe before the game.

When we arrived at the stadium we found that none of the bleachers had been cleared of snow. 

Reagan had a great time playing in the snow between the bleachers.  The stadium was empty of spectators, and Reagan had free reign to run wherever she pleased.  I think she was the only one that had a good time.

My cousin, Chelsea, and her bf; Devin came with us.  We sat by my other cousin, Brenna, in the stadium.

We also dragged Nick's brother, Nathan, along with us.

We stayed for about an hour, before we packed it in and went home.  On the drive home we ran in to a blizzard it took us 2 hours to make it from Provo to Fruit Heights.

This picture was taken when we were all still happy, on the walk back to the car.  It was all downhill from there.

It was midnight by the time we all made it to our beds at home.  The next morning was Sunday.  Our church services begin at 9AM.  Nick, Reagan, and Cohen were all ready to head out the door on time.  But I was not.  And Elsa wasn't even awake yet.  I went in to wake Elsa up, and discovered her sleeping on the floor, on a bed of stuffed animals, that she had made herself.
At first I thought it was cute.  But then I realized why she wasn't in bed.  She had thrown-up everywhere in her bed.  It was on the walls, the sheets, and on the safety rail.  I ended up having to throw the safety rail away, because I couldn't find a way to clean it.
After a bath Elsa perked right up, and acted just fine for the rest of the day (I still didn't take her to church).
I thought it might have been something Elsa ate, that brought on the sickness.
I was wrong.
I had my turn with violent vomiting Monday night.  Poor Nick.  I think he thought he was probably done having to clean up my throw-up; since my pregnancy days are over.
Reagan started with it early Tuesday morning.

My next-door-neighbor, Bev is an angel.  Nick had to go to work, so Bev took Cohen and Elsa for a few hours in the morning, until my sister (also amazing) came to pick them up, and babysat them for the rest of the day.  Reagan and I were laid up in bed for the entire day.

Thursday morning, Cohen barfed in his crib.

And, of course...  Friday night, Nick had just finished working 10 out of the past 11 days and we were all looking forward to him having a 3 day weekend.  He still had a 3 day weekend.  He just spent half of it puking.

I think this is my own personal curse.  Dealing with throw-up.  I swear, I don't know anyone that has children that throw-up as much as mine do!
I don't know if I'll ever conquer the mountain of laundry I was left with after that crazy week?!