It doesn't seem like my baby girl is 7 years old today! Seems like only a few months ago, she was just a baby. Nowadays I try to think of things to teach her to help me around the house. She's such a spoiled little diva. She wrinkles her nose and asks, "Mom, why do I have to do this?"
Me: "Because you're gonna be a grown-up someday, and you're gonna have to learn to do this stuff anyway. So why not learn now, while you're still young and we can make it fun. By the time you're a woman, you won't even have to think about it, it'll be a habit for you."
To which she usually replies, "Nuh-uh! I'm just gonna live with you and Daddy forever!"
But I digress...
Since Adam is at work right now, we celebrated her birthday at Chuck E. Cheese while he was home. Adreine's a definite 'Daddy's Girl', so no birthday celebration would be complete without him. Sadly this was right around the time that everyone was getting sick with some bug or other, so we didn't get that many people to come with us. I think the kids had fun anyway (except for the puking).
Hit it Jake!
A train! I almost couldn't get him down from there.
The kids and Clinton
Time for cake.
I have to say, for a pizza joint cake, that was some of the richest cakes I have eaten in a long time. When Adam tried to offer me a second piece, I said I would be sick if I ate any more of it.
Adam: "Well, what's the big deal with that? It's bound to taste half as good coming back up as it did on the way down!"
I thought Clinton was gonna choke, he was laughing so hard.
Chuck E. Cheese got our toppings wrong on our pizzas, so they made us a free one to make it right. We ended up with 3 large pizzas! Adam and I told the kids to "eat up" so we wouldn't have to bring so much of it home. Big mistake!
After that, we went to Toys R Us to let Adreine pick out a gift. She chose a "Littlest Pet Shop" plush toy. We were planning on taking the kids to see a movie to top the day off, but as you read further, you'll find we didn't quite make it there.
*Here's the puke part.*
We were driving along Hardy Street. Adam and I were debating on exactly which direction would get us to the movie theater (he was right, I was wrong) Apparently the pizza and super chocolate cake were too much for Jacob to handle. He turned pale and began coughing. Before any of us could ask what was wrong, he opened his mouth and spewed pizza and cake EVERYWHERE!
Listen closely:
He puked all over the leather seat of Adam's new Chrysler!
Don't get me wrong here, the seat was the last of our worries in that moment, but looking back, it's like, "Damn, don't you hate it when that happens?!"
So Adam pulled into the nearest parking lot. We got out, and we're all, "Oh, poor baby! Are you okay?"
We're unsuccessfully trying to clean him up and make sure he's alright. I ended up taking off my coat and using it to do the best I could for him. (For the record, he was fine after this.)
Meanwhile, Adreine and Clinton are on the other side of the back seat, horrified.
The smell of vomit was too much for Adreine to handle.
Adreine: "Mom? That smells bad. I don't feel so good....*GAG!*"
That's right. Adreine hurled chunks on her side of the seat as well. Clinton looked a little green himself. To make matters worse, there's a child-lock on his door preventing him from opening it from the inside. He was stuck in the backseat with two children covered in yuck!
At that point, there was nothing else we could do but go home as quickly as possible. As we pulled into our drive-way 37 minutes later, Adam turns to me and says,
"The next time we take the kids to Chuck E. Cheese, we're taking YOUR vehicle."
- Twitter @vickieheully
- Myspace @vickieheully
- Facebook @vickieheully
4 comments: