Upheaval...Literally.

In the wee hours of yesterday morning, Matthew woke up vomiting...some kind of bug invaded, I guess.  When the younger kids woke up a few hours later, I explained to them about Matthew being sick and that they might get sick too.  I told them that if they needed to vomit, they should try really hard to get it into a bucket - thankfully, Matthew was able to demonstrate that point precisely a few minutes later...and many times subsequently.

I was on the phone with my sister a little while later when Lizzie came barrelling into the room, looking quite panicky.

Lizzie:  "My tummy owie!  Need to vomit.  Need a bucket."

I ran for a pail and she ran after me, her whole body heaving.  But that little thing held it in for those precious few seconds it took me to get the bucket; and then every bit of her breakfast made it into the container (including a whole orange segment that makes me think I need to watch how much she is chewing her food!).

Later, Seth let me know that she was heaving again, but by the time she got to me, she managed to say, "no vomit yet...want to kaka (poop) first."  And, somehow, she did just that - used the toilet first!  Interestingly, although Matthew's bug lasted for a full twenty-four hours, Lizzie was sick for only about six hours, and then she was back to eating at full speed ahead.

Seth expressed, rather disdainfully, that he would not be getting sick; he was so full of his usual intense confidence that for just a moment, I almost wanted him to get sick, just so he'd know that he's human too!  But that thought was fleeting - the last thing I needed was three kids sick at the same time - between an accidental bed wetting during the night, and Matthew's copious amounts of night time vomiting, I did five loads of laundry yesterday morning.

Yesterday was supposed to be a fun day:  gingerbread cookies in the morning; tree choosing and decorating in the afternoon.  Guess those things'll have to wait a bit longer...oh well.

PS.  Seth did not get sick!