First, a little story about our weekend in McCall. McCall is a wonderful place. We love to go and be in the mountains on the lake and to enjoy the serenity. However, this trip was not wonderful at all. It was horrible. It was horrifically terrible. "How could this heaven on Earth be terrible?" you may ask. I will explain.
We should have known when Kylie vomited twice on the airplane ride from Utah to Boise on Wednesday night. We also should have figured it out when she did it four more times plus had major diarrhea before the next morning when we were to begin our drive up. By Friday night Justin, myself and both kids had the same symptoms. We then proceeded to have the worst night of my family's life as we took turns racing to the bathroom and then cleaning up after the children's messes. Kylie refused to be put down or to let anyone but me hold her so that only complicated things by having a screaming 9 month old every time I had to drop her to make it to the bathroom on time. Macy was also traumatized by seeing her parents throw-up repeatedly in the toilet. I will save you the rest of the icky details but my mom was a life saver. She tried to care for the kids while Justin and I did our thing but ended up having a milder version of the illness by morning. Poor Chelsea, who had held Kylie all Thursday morning for me as we prepared to drive to McCall, was sick alone in Boise because she was supposed to take the ACTs Saturday morning. My dad was to later fly her up but neither her later appearance nor her test happened for her.
Fortunately, Justin water skied once before he got sick and we were all well enough Sunday morning to go for a little boat ride but most of the weekend we spent inside. I felt very badly for Justin who had been looking forward to this McCall trip sine last summer. I guess he will have to jump seat down for a weekend to go with my parents. He had to go back home Sunday night for work and we miss him already.
Better go get Kylie who is now awake and yelling for me. More stories later :)