My morning started with Claire yarking at six am. **(Yark and all its derivatives, ie yarkage, yarking, etc. is a word that I think Rob made up when Emily was little.)** We have friends at school with the bug and friends at church with the bug. Unless you are willing to sequester your entire household the odds are that somewhere along the way you or someone in your family is going to get it. I really don't stress too much about it. It'll happen or not.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
At this point I just sort of hold my breath every time the phone rings in case it's the school calling for me to pick up one of the girls.
And laundry. You can bet your bippy* that I'm stripping bed linens. I may not hide from the general public when there's a virus making the rounds but I will do what I can to stop it from getting to far in the house.
Which brings me to the purpose of this post.
Claire asked why her blankets were on the floor of the laundry room. I told her I wanted to wash them because she was sick.
"Oh, yea. Because I over-throwed up."
Not sure where 'over-throwed' came from but it made me giggle.
*(I'm not really sure what a bippy is...I'm pretty sure I've heard it before though so I cannot add it to our family list of made up vocabulary words.)
**Apparently yark is a real word found in the urban dictionary...with a pretty tacky second definition. Don't look it up...just trust me...we may just start using Claire's over-throw.