Every time I bake in the kitchen, I remember something Jeffrey said a while back.
"You really are June Cleaver, aren't you?"
Today I was lucky. Keith was playing at his cousin's house and Faye was asleep.
I am preparing for a bridal shower this weekend, so decided it was high time I started baking and getting some food ready for the big day.
When Keith got home, I had a lot more cleaning up to do.
He lost his lunch all over the carpet.
While cleaning it up, I nearly lost my lunch.
I don't do well with vomit.
But I didn't lose it, and that is important.
He was fine the rest of the night.
But then again, he is a tough little guy. He never complains about pain.
When he went to bed I asked him how his tummy felt. He didn't answer until I gave him options.
"Does it feel good, does it tickle, does it hurt, does it feel purple?"
"It hurts." he responded.
I don't know if it really does hurt him or if he was just saying that.
I hope he is fine all night and tomorrow when we wake up.
On a different note, I had to laugh today.
Keith used to chase the vacuum. Faye chases the broom. Sweeping the floor with her is a difficult thing to do, but I manage. She sure is fascinated with that broom. She makes me laugh.
Pictures tomorrow.
