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It all started early last Saturday morning. We had driven across the state of Virginia, visited with friends, and enjoyed a night in a decent hotel room on the previous Friday. We awoke early in the morning so that we could get a jump on the day and enjoy more time with family in Ohio. As we were just about to head out for breakfast… Kirstie tossed her cookies. Totally out of the blue. No idea it was coming. She was not acting sick in any way before just blowing chunks.

Gross.

So, we initiated clean up mode, and called ahead to our awaiting family to let them know we’d be a bit behind.

Kirstie was definitely sick. She was slower, complaining, and just looked sick in general. She continued to throw up a couple more times till there was nothing left in her little tummy.

We finally got on the road, but not till after I had managed to slice a fairly large chunk of my thumb off with a razor cleverly concealed in one of our travel bags. With a couple bandaids and some paper towels I managed to get the blood flow stopped. Quite a start to the morning.

Kirstie ended up being OK enough to go to our family reunion later that day, but she did have a few more rounds of the up-chuck. Actually, she was pretty sick for the next couple days. Just… off. Perhaps she still is a bit, though her appetite may be starting to return.

Well, on July 4th we had a super celebration with my cousin Jimmie and his wife, as well as our Grandma Alta. We went out to lunch, then back to their place to hang out. Then we went (just the six of us) to Young’s Dairy (a favorite hang out of mine since I was a wee laddie). We had a fantastic day. As I was showing off the photos from the day just before bed time… Ian spewed his lunch and dinner and whatnot ALL OVER the room. I mean all over. It was super, super gross.

Very gross.

Well, Grammy & Grandpa (and Mom) did a great job cleaning up. I helped get the other kiddos in bed, then with Ian. Whoa. It smelled bad, was really gross, and I was SURE we were in for a long night. (Especially with how long Kirstie’s tummy trouble lasted.)

We weren’t. Ian seemed better even before bed, then slept the entire night till after 10am! The sickness was a very brief one time thing, apparently.

Until tonight.

On our way out for McDonald’s on the way to Frontier Field for a Redwings Game – Alex hurled. Fine, nothing wrong, then BOOM… large mess all over the van. Thankfully, Ian was quick with the bucket, and much went in there.

Well, that was the end of our fun night out, and the third kid since Saturday to spew. What’s worse… Ian starts acting sick again! AHHH!!! Both boys were wandering the house with little buckets. We got the boys in bed, with no more incidents.

Then about 11:30…

BARF!!!!!!!!!

Ian loaded up his bed with the good stuff. More clean up. More bad smells. More nasty.

So far, at 1:06… we’re still OK. I’m going to bed now, and fully expect to be awoken to the sound of coughing and massive amounts of liquid flying against the wall.

I hope I’m not grossing anyone out…

Well, we’ll keep you updated on the pukefest….

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