This past week started off strong. Monday we were super productive and made a couple batches of spaghetti sauce and tomato soup.
Then Tuesday we had a couple little friends over in the morning and then decided to seize the day and head to Loyola Beach/Park. Jer and I had attended Shakespeare In The Parks at Loyola Park earlier in the month and I knew it was a place I'd have to bring the kids. If you live in Chicagoland, this is by far the most family friendly beach we've found - not crowded, close/cheap parking, and a playground with shade just on the other side of the boardwalk.
|since parking was so cheap ($1 an hour!) we splurged on some popsicles. mini man|
of course choose spiderman
|standing in water is the ideal place to enjoy a popsicle|
It was a great day but then, that night, our week took a drastic turn for the worse. Mini Man and Little Lady came down with the flu/croup. Big Buddy also developed a horrible cough and a minor ear infection. We spent the rest of the week watching Netflix and eating soup and jello during the day and hanging out in a steamy bathroom at night.
I know I've said it before, but as much as I hate it when my kids are sick there is also a sweetness about that time. It's an amazing privilege to be a mom; to see your babies comforted by just your voice and touch.
Thankfully by Saturday everyone was feeling well enough to celebrate Mini Man turning four.
|our gift to mini was an air rocket set. it's one toy i'd highly recommended - at|
less then $20, they are a terrific bargain and a ton of fun.
|big buddy got mini man a giant stuffed snake to go with the one we brought|
him from nyc.
Hopefully, we will all be able to recuperate this week.
*Warning: gross story ahead*
I tried to get back into the swing of things today by doing a couple loads of laundry and scrubbing down the bathroom. About an hour after I finished the bathroom, one of the kids had a bad case of loose stools. They didn't quite make it to the toilet, and I don't know what I was thinking (maybe I wanted to protect the freshly cleaned floors) but I reached out catch it - yeah, poop through the fingers, not a great feeling. Netflix was turned back on and I preceded to hide under my blankets for a bit...it can only go up from here, right?