Magnolia threw up all over her bed. Then she threw up for two straight days.
So, I sat with her on the couch, pedialite in hand, and watched The Little Mermaid, Peter Pan and many episodes of her new favoirte show The Big Comfy Couch.
Um...Does this make anyone else laugh to the point of crying? Watch it with the sound off while he dances.
And, Do any other parents feel selfish when their kids get the stomach flu? Because all I kept thinking aside from "please make my baby better" was, "I can not get the stomach flu."
I must have washed my hands and face everytime they touched her. Everyone at Thanksgiving came down with the dreaded virus within a week either side of visiting family. I still haven't puked. I think I somehow avoided it. Maybe it's because I already had it twice this year. Maybe it's the pregnancy protecting me. But, Jason had it and so did my dad and my little nephew. The stomach flu sucks perhaps worse than any other kind of cold or flu.
The little pukers, hours before the first night of hell.
So along with the video of the big comfy couch which should at least get a chuckle out of you, here are some things that are cheering us up now that the vomit stopped.
Frances England's children CD "Fascinating Creatures"
Magnolia's Christmas list (including a globe and a robe)
Magnolia telling us that she really doesn't need to go see Santa because he reads her mind.
Peter Tarquin's chili (they guy recording our record actually makes us dinner almost every night)
Our live-in nanny while we record, Erin Abbott.
She takes pictures, writes childrens books, has toured with a million bands, put out an early 7" of one of my favorite bands, IDA, has good LA celebrity gossip, watches crappy TV like me, and most importantly, makes Mags happy.
We finished tracking all the songs for the new record and now we're mixing.
And yes, I actually tracked some good shit while sitting on Peter's green couch.