The mother of all vomitrons

Yesterday my George had a 24hr virus. A nasty vomit virus. [Read on at your own stomach-turning risk].

The FNL’s haven’t been blessed with many of these bugs of late. THANK GOD.

So it should not surprise me that Miss 7 scored zero out of ten for getting the vomit in the bucket. Poor darling. Me, I mean. Having to clean it up. (Kidding! I hate it when my girls are sick).

Anyway. There is always the grand finale of the virus, right?. The show-stopper. Well, after a few hours of no throwing up, Georgie got off the couch to go to the toilet and head for bed.

It was in the toilet that Georgie felt the final but dreaded stomach lurch. And proceeded to puke. And vomit. And spew. On everything, everywhere. Except in the toilet itself. I ran in with the bucket, but it only caught a tiny portion.

Holy Ricardo. I have to give her 100 points for coverage. She even counted it up herself and told me this morning that she hit six targets. Toilet floor, toilet seat, toilet walls, hall floor, bucket and toilet (I’m challenging the last target).

So that was our Thursday. And now the countdown begins for the rest of the FNLs. Will the virus spread like its usual wildfire self? Do I feel sick? Do I need to vomit? Do I need to lie down? The questions we’ll be asking ourselves for the next week.

Fingers crossed that the vommie bug has been contained. To our floors, walls, and seats. Hmmm. Don’t like our chances.

By the way, my Georgie is feeling much better today! Thank goodness.

Keep healthy!
Aims x

* Note: no images are included with this post. For obvious reasons.

Rebels without a cause

I know one.  She is three.  Also my daughter.

Yes, Miss Jaz is kicking up a bit of stink at kindy lately.  Bucking the system, rocking the boat, refusing to conform.  It is anarchy of the kindy kids.

She has a partner in crime.  Her little bestie.  Both girls are cute as can be and very funny, but so determined and so full of spunk.

The latest rebellion is to just rock up to kindy and tell all and sundry (in a sing-song nerh nerh nerh voice:

“Me don’t like kindy.  Yeeeeah”.  First Jaz says it, then her bestie.  And vice-versa.

Prior to this was sneaking off to another table when their table was meant to go and wash their hands.  When reprimanded, both girls look at each other and Jaz pipes up with:

“Ooops. We’s been caught out.”  This is accompanied by a sweet, innocent and well-rehearsed smile.

Seriously, she cracks me up.

So, with many years of schooling ahead, I think our little rebels will learn to conform.  Or will they just play up continuously?  To use Jaz-speak: “Me thinks hers will be a bit naughty.”

This, my friends, is where boarding school has some SERIOUS merit!

I’m researching boarding schools now.  I figure that I can then blame someone else (the school) for her future rebellions.  Yes.  That’s the answer!

Amy x