Another Sick Day

It's Sunday and my house is a disaster.

That pile of slippers, coats, shoes, hats, socks and Bullseye have been there for 2 days...and yes, the wood floors have been that dirty since then, too.

But we actually have an excuse. And no, it's not "I'm pregnant," this time (even though I totally am and even though I'm totally using that as a backup excuse if you don't buy this one)

Miss Maria, the girl who never complains, is always happy, running, laughing and smiling...isn't. She is sick.

Yo Gabba Gabba is entertaining her today, along with Olivia, Miss Spider, and Franklin.

Yes, it's true, our tv has been turned to Noggin all day long.

And the boys have been glued to the television, too. And the ipad. And I bet if Danny knew I'd be taking his picture, he might pull his sweatshirt down just a tad. Maybe, but probably not.

And so today is a lazy day. Full of homemade...uhhh...home-opened chicken noodle soup.

And she ate 2 bites before deciding maybe her tummy was sick, too.

But this little thing ate her entire bowl. This was after 2.5 frozen waffles, 2 1/4 full cups of o.j., a fruit snacks and an egg. Jumbo sized egg.

And yes, I realize that if I read that list back to her pediatrician, we might get a call from CPS shortly after. Well, not our pediatrician because he is awesome. He would probably laugh and say, "If that's what she eats! Maybe offer her veggies next time..." He's awesome.

Oh, and a box of apple juice.

Convenience, people.

And Charlotte? She is driving me nuts.

I can barely see my toes over her, she doesn't stop moving, and she is sucking the life out of me.

But she's doing fine.

Or, they are doing fine. Let's just say I wouldn't be completely surprised if I deliver 2 or 3 babies in May. That's how giant I am growing. By the minute. Probably second, really.

And while the baby (Alice, not Charlotte unfortunately) napped, the older kids watched (more) Noggin and Danny worked on his skateboard ramp (yes, my 26 year old husband plays video games, then builds skateboard ramps on Sundays...) I made some coffee and got lost in a Lifetime Movie. And when it was over, it made me happy that I don't have a 15 year old who ran away with her boyfriend, only to find out he is a gang member...and then gets pregnant with his baby.

So here is to hoping our sick Sunday turns into a magical Monday....

...fingers crossed.