A tradition we have started in our family over winter break is, to be sick the entire 14 days.  We don’t pack up and go somewhere warm like most families in Chicago.  No, that would just be too much fun.  We come down with every single thing going around, and spend our time either in the Dr.’s office, or watching movies in our basement.  Since this is our second year in a row doing this, I figured it must now be a tradition.  And one that I will do everything in my power to break next year.

Now having said that, we did have a few hours Sunday morning with no vomiting, diarrhea, pneumonia or flu.  And this is what happened:

Richard and Noah went to the East Bank Club in Chicago to have some “male bonding”.  I stayed home with the others.  We were all happily playing in the basement when I heard my cell phone ringing upstairs.

I ran up the stairs to see who it was.

It was Noah.  Hmm? I answer it and no one is there.

Well, maybe they need to ask me something and just aren’t getting any service.

I try to call back.  It rings and goes into voicemail.

Noah instantly calls me back.  I pick up and no one is there.  What in the world?

I call him back.  It rings and goes into voicemail again.  I am starting to think this is a little weird, since Noah is with Richard, and Noah is a man of few phone calls.

Then I receive a text:   ffG.  lli..

I text back:  what is going on?

I am a little behind on my texting lingo, so I have no idea what ffG. lli.. means..

I wait a few minutes…….  No response.  So, of course, my paranoid mom mind starts to go into overdrive.  What is happening?  Isn’t Noah supposed to be with Richard?  Why is he trying to call me?  Oh no, what if he got kidnapped at the club, and ffG is fat f-ing Guy, and lli is his location!!!!!!  Oh my G-d, my baby!!!!  I have to call Richard!!!! What if I can’t reach him??? What am I going to do?  (all of this happens in the time it takes me to call Richard’s cell phone.  I am in full panic mode by the time he picks up)

Richard:  hello?

Me:  Noah has been trying to call me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Are you guys okay?  Is he with you????!!!!!

Richard:  yes?  and Noah doesn’t even have his phone with him…………..

Me:  What???   ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.   ZEKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Turns out, Zeke and I have spent 15 minutes phoning and txting back and forth from the basement to the kitchen.  I have been fearing the worst for my 13 year old, 5 foot 10 inch son, while I completely forgot about my 1 year old unattended in the basement.

I run down and find my little guy sitting in his favorite spot in the house:  the fireplace.

He is playing with his favorite toy:  Noah’s cell phone.

We later looked at the history of his 15 minutes of playtime on Noah’s phone and it went like this:

Phoebe

Jacob

Tali

Tali

Phoebe

Me

Me

Me

Phoebe

Me

Tali

Me

Sari

Sari

Me

Me

Phoebe

Phoebe

Phoebe

He is a busy little guy 🙂

A couple of hours later, he vomited all over the basement carpet.  We finished out our last day of vacation with 1 Dr.’s visit.  1 case of pneumonia and 2 cases of stomach flu.  (one of them me)

lovely