...one doesn't naturally think of Vomit. But as my young friend, Amanda, reminds me, a mom of nine should know well, "Vomit knows no season."
Easter always requires a well-timed plan in our family. We agreed to let the children stay home from the sunrise service this year. Michael and I decided to take one car to base and save a bit of gas - besides we like to visit on the drive. He helped the PMOC with the Easter Breakfast. I enjoyed the sunrise service.
The plan was for me to then zip home, pack salads for Michael and I, get chicken and rice in the crock pot so there would be a hot meal waiting when we got home this evening for the kids. I would then head to base with all the kids for the 11:00 service. We would arrive at 10:30 as Nolan and Arielle were in a human video and needed to be early. After service, a quick stop at the commissary for "lunchables" - a rare treat they requested - and we'd all head to Shipwreck beach for the afternoon. You may remember Zander and I missed the trip a couple of weeks ago as he was ill. This was to be our make up trip.
All was working like clockwork. I had the salads and snacks packed. I had dinner in the crock pot and was doing the last of clean up.
Stacia came down and said, "My tummy feels really funny."
Now, Stacia is "very aware" of all manner of aches, pains and bodily functions. I have learned not to get excited when she tells me her toe hurts, her elbow hurts, her throat hurts, her tummy feels funny.
She came back a few seconds later and informed me "stuff" kept coming into her throat and she had to swallow really hard to get it back down. UGH.
I settled her with a bowl, some water and crackers. Zander stayed with her while I took Arielle and Nolan to the chapel. I came home and kept watch for an hour, then headed back to base (for the third time in one morning) to pick up Michael and the Kids. Remember, to save gas we'd only taken one car in at 05:30. ::snort:: I timed it to get a produce run in before I picked up the family. They dropped me off at home and headed for Shipwreck.
While I encouraged Stacia she and I would wear our new dresses NEXT week...and held the bowl for her....the others had adventures of their own.
Ah, the humanity of it all...ah, the irony....little white trucks often make their way into Michael's sermon illustrations. TODAY - they were rescued by a Japanese angel with a rope in his little while truck. ::snort::
We don't often show the trash on the beaches - because we choose to remember them in a prettier light...but we are leaving soon and we do want to document life as it is....here you go....and sometimes there are wonderful glass floats to be found in the midst of the trash. That'll preach!
This is the cliff - actually the road bed is above....very cool. Today the kids had a fun competing to see who could get the most arrows the closest to center on the target they found.
Today's winner is Arielle.
Poor Stacia. She doesn't even want to cuddle or talk. She wants to sleep. She's been sick at least six times today. It wasn't the day we planned, but for all but our little Resurrection (Anastacia) Joy, it was a good day.
Living all of life before the face of God...