Today is the first official sick day from school. I was up most of the night with Gideon, although Chris, yet again, got the honor of being barfed on. Excluding baby spit-up, I've never been barfed on. Both times Gideon barfed, it was on Chris and let me tell you I am more than a bit jealous and hurt by that. I thought kids were supposed to bypass everyone to barf on their mothers? Did I do something wrong? Is he parentally confused? I just don't get it. I think I'm pretty barfable. I'm not taking this rejection so well.
In other news, Gideon and I started our Rebeccamas craft marathon. We're making ornaments and cards. It's difficult to distinguish the ornaments made by Gideon and the ones made by me. Am I implying that my son is artistically gifted? No, no I am not. Glitter is all over the house and will be, probably for many months. All of us are under constant glitter coverage, including Chris and hasn't even participated in the crafting yet.
And now you know what you're getting for Rebeccamas.