I already mentioned that Dakota stayed home from daycare on Friday because he was sick. What I failed to mention, was that Friday night, Joey threw up in our bed again. Then I carried him to the bathroom where he threw up again on me, and a third time in the sink. This time, I did the clean up. I don't know where the strength came from, and even though I was gagging, I made it through. Nick was so proud of me. While the boys and I were at church on Sunday, Nick went through the house and did a thorough cleaning of every hard surface.
Another funny thing that happened while shopping at Costco. We usually get our hamburger at Costco, and get a six-pound (and change, there is never one that is an even poundage.) pack that we freeze in one-pound packages. So Nick picks out the hamburger and says, "Wow! How lucky is that. This one is exactly six...." (At this point, I think he is going to say that it is exactly six pounds.) "point three pounds!" Six point three!?!? Wouldn't that be the same as saying 'exactly six point one-seven, or six point two-four'? Now, I could understand 'exactly six point five' as it is a semi-even weight. But six point three? I laughed so hard. I know he meant that it was as close to an even six pounds as we have seen before, but still, I found how he said it so funny.
Well, I better spend some time with the boys before I put them to bed. Then I have got dinner dishes to clean. Have a good night.
Late edit: While I was getting ready for church, I put mousse in my hair and was blow-drying it while hanging my head upside down. As I came back up, my hair looked big and full, as it is supposed to when adding a volumizing mousse. Joey looked at me and said, "You look like a lion!"
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