Doug's birthday weekend extravaganza part 2

Doug had a pretty good time Friday night (I left off how we went to Ruth and Dell's after dinner, but that is probably a good thing).  So, I let him sleep in (UNTIL 10:30am!!) on Saturday morning.  Doug was feeling a bit under the weather.  Since I am a slacker wife and didn't have anything for him to open on his birthday, I asked Jack what we should get him for his birthday.  Jack said a baseball.  So, off to Target we went, but not before we put up streamers for Dada!

Jack decided he need a baseball and a softball (one for him and dada), which I thought was a baseball and a tee ball.  Who knew a baseball was so small?  Anyway, we got our stuff and headed home.  I decided as a treat we would go to Fellini's and then hit the Yogurt Tap.  We had a yummy lunch and tasty dessert. 

Fellini's for lunch

Yummy Yogurt Tap

Abby was trying to dive into my arms

The day was shaping up nicely and Doug and I had a sitter coming over at 8pm that night so we could to a Christmas party.  Whohoo!!  We then had plans to go out Sunday night for dinner.  Doug was going to race Sunday morning so he didn't want to do the party and then dinner, making it a late night (again) so we opted to split the date night into 2 nights.

Abby cooperated nicely Saturday night and went to bed fairly easily.  Jack, on the other hand, refused to stay in bed.  My friend, Blair Glass showed up and he was still awake.  I introduced her to Jack and was all dressed and ready to walk out the door when Abby cried out.  Doug wanted to go, but I said it would be easiest for me to just nurse her back down verse having her awake when we got back.  I went back to nurse her and then.......she vomited ALL OVER ME.  Projectile, all over me, all over her, all in her hair, all over the floor, it went everywhere.  Jack was thrilled, he had never witnessed this  before.  Ugh.  So, I told Blair we would need to reschedule and Doug got to spend his birthday night cleaning up vomit. 

Poor Abby is still sick and it is now Wednesday.  She threw up for 4 days.  Then, Jack started yesterday.  Needless to say, it has been a boatload of fun over here.  I have been thrown up on no less than 2 times a day.  I wonder if Doug likes my new perfume?  Vomit de la bleh?  Merry Christmas!