Sick! or, Father's Day 2008

"I don't like Fathers Day." This was Aaron's final summation of his very first Fathers Day. Personally I don't blame him one bit, considering at the time of his uttering aforementioned phrase, he was in bed battling nausea. And it was such a 'neat-o' experience that he shared it with me.

Father's Day began pretty nicely. Aaron did have to work that morning, from about 5:30 til 9:30, but he was used to it so it's not a huge deal. Then after Laidey and I got home from church, we all with John and Mary made a Fathers Day brunch. I'm not sure how widespread this type of brunch is in Australia; all I know is I never experienced it quite like this til I came to the States. Bacon, eggs, French toast, biscuits and gravy (biscuits = huge-arse buttery scones), juice (my new favorite, pomegranate blueberry - yum), and fruit. We had cantaloupe (= rockmelon), watermelon and strawberries. Everything was incredibly tasty, and we all ate quite a bit. Aaron opened his gifts (a two-year subscription to Motor Trend magazine, and his first inaugural Fathers Day Cheesy Tie), we lounged around and basically had a nice lazy morning. John and Mary went into town (= Brainerd) to do some shopping, and then to visit Mary's mom and dad, and once Laidey had napped and was ready, we would join them.

Aaron and I fell asleep on the couch, which I thought was due to a) him getting up early for work; and b) me getting up early for church. In hindsight it was probably the beginning of the whole sickness thing. Anyway, so we woke up and Laidey woke up, and we all got in the car and headed into town. On the way, I started to feel kinda weird. I guess Aaron did too, but he never said anything. We went and spent some time with Grandma and Grandpa, who were very pleased to see little Adelaide. Who of course showed off her new mad skillz by creeping across the table several times, and rolling and sitting like a pro! *bursting with maternal pride*

Soon, though, Aaron was looking tired, so we headed out. On the way home, we discovered we were both feeling pretty crappy. Which made itself known very rapidly as soon as we arrived home... poor Aaron threw up before we even got inside. The rest of the evening was spent making sure he was comfortable and that Laidey was entertained... before it hit me. I tell you what, nothing is more miserable than laying in bed, waiting to throw up. If Aaron wasn't sick too, I would have sworn it was morning sickness all over again.

So... yeah. That was Father's Day. Monday was spent with both of us at home. I think Adelaide got bored with just hanging out with Mumma on the couch, instead of playing with the other kids at daycare, but she did well and thankfully she didn't get sick.

Oh, which reminds me: not only did she dazzle us all with her creeping skillz, she also had her first taste of big-people food on Sunday!! I froze a piece of cantaloupe and put it inside a mesh pacifier thingo so she couldn't actually get any of it into her mouth. She was just able to suck on it and have a taste. I'm not sure entirely how successful the endeavour was - she seemed to enjoy the coolness of it on her gums to begin with, and when she reached the actual juicyness her expression changed. I don't think it was "Yuck" or "Yum", it was more "...well this is different." Of course she got very sticky, which meant Daddy gave her a nice warm bath in the middle of the day.

But it's back to work today. We're feeling much better. :)