How To

The older kiddos are pretty good at knowing how to make a baby laugh. Specifically their baby brother. He thinks they are hilarious, most of the time. Sometimes he literally tries to bite them and rip out their hair. Sounds violent, but when you can't chase someone down you have to wait till they get close enough to make your move. So you kind of have to go big or go home. 

Early last week said comedians were victims of the stomach bug. The older two pretty much simultaneously puked all over the house. At 12am of course. Puke is such a night owl. I woke up to Merrick beside my bed saying "I don't feel good", and told him to go to the bathroom. He puked all over my bedroom carpet en route. Tirzah came up the stairs right at that moment with what can only be described as a puke beard. I found out she had thrown up all over her bed and their bedroom carpet.

They went on to throw up until there was nothing left to throw up, and then Tirzah threw up several times the next day also. All in all I think we got about 2 hours of sleep that night, if that. I took these pictures when they finally started to feel better, and were released out into the wild of the backyard again. They spent the time doing their usual, climbing the fence, picking stuff out of the yard, and making a baby laugh. This baby, who thankfully avoided the stomach nastiness himself:

What a goofball. He wants to be released into the wild too, but as often as he falls over he has been quarantined to the porch where there isn't any mud/dirt/rocks to roll around in. Soon enough, kiddo. Here's to hoping we have had our share of not keeping our dinner in our stomachs for a good long time.  We've got fences to climb and weeds to pick, ya know.