Sherbet - Rainbow Flavored

Well, it wasn't *exactly* as I had planned it. And truly, the plans were not that extravagant. We had a hockey game, and then were planning to have a day out with the kids on Saturday. Sunday was going to be a grocery-type, pick up the odds and ends and then home for dinner kind of day. Not outrageous, and not mundane ....

Well, C came ino to our bed at 6:00AM Sat - quite early for that fella. He appeared to be okay, but then at 7:30 AM told us he had a headache. Odd, we thought, so we asked -

"anything else hurt, bud?"
"No, but my head hurts right here." as he points to the very top of his noggin.
Hmmm ... then he proceeds to get up, and begins to walk to his room. "oh, mom, I have to play (hockey) today .... I'll be fine, can I just lay here?"
"Uh, C, I'm thinking we may not be playing ....."
"no, really, I'll be okay ...."

he gets dressed, and gets into the car, all the while telling S that he's fine. He'll be fine when he gets there. Off they went - they took one car to get the team jerseys there for the rest of the kids (we are jersey keepers) K and I left a short while after.

S drives him as he hung out in his seat, falling asleep at one point. S stopped and got him some suspension Advil. (S later told me that C exclaims only moments after the last drop goes in - "Oh, daddy! That was it, I feel so much better!" :O) Crazy child.)

I arrive about 30 minutes later at the rink, head to the locker room expecting to see him fully dressed in his street clothes, wishing everyone well, and heading to the car to go home. Nope. Fully geared up, laughing, talking to his friends.

Huh?

"C, you're playing?!"
"Oh, yeah, mommy, I feel fine ... just like my old self."

Just.like.my.old.self.

And he played that way, too. Looked as if he was perfectly normal. Had a great game.

Okay, this was an odd morning at best.

So, we head back home after the game. Have some lunch, and play outside with the kids for a bit. The cold eventually bites us, and we all head back in to watch some of the Olympics. At around 2:30PM, he tells S that he doesn't feel that great again, sits next to him on the couch, and falls asleep.

At 4:30PM, he wakes up, looks at us, and throws up everything in his body. All of it. 4 times.

Have I mentioned the one thing I cannot handle well? I can do blood, I can do body parts severly injured, I can do lots of icky, unpleasant things.

I can't handle vommit.

Thank god for S. We cleaned together, he took the brunt of the clean up - I got to console the babe. (oh, that was SO MUCH easier) That was the only episode, thank goodness.

I will spare the details, as they aren't pretty. K cried for her brother. It was the sweetest thing. She was so worried about him.

I asked him if he wanted anything to eat or drink. He said no, but popsicles sounded good. Then ...I mentioned sherbet. To my utter amazement, my son, a child of mine, had no idea what sherbet was. NO IDEA. Oiy. I have deprived this kid.

Off S went to get the Rainbow flavored sherbet - magic, medicinal, cool, and yummy sherbet. He ate a bowl, with pleasure. I joined him. :o)

He then slept on and off on the couch, eventually heading to bed at 8:30PM. Not before asking for another bowl of sherbet, of course. "ah, no, buddy, not another one, let's take this slow" He slept through the night, and at 7:15 AM came to our bed again. This time, no headache, but said he was still pretty tired. First question - "can I have a bowl of sherbet?"

:o)

Uh oh, the monster has been unleashed.

He didn't move from the couch too much today. Had three bowls of sherbet, though. And fit in some chicken soup, some orange juice, a slice of toast, and two crescent rolls. Lots of water, too.

I never left the house. I barely left the kitchen area. I cooked a little. I tended to the sick wee one, and I giggled with K.

It was a great weekend. Well, it was a quiet weekend, with a commercial break around 4:30 PM Saturday.

But the sherbet was darn good!

;-O