{jeans: sevens}
{blazer: h&m}
{fox t-shirt: fab}
{gloriana scarf: c/o coconut robot shop}
{boots: famous footwear}
these pictures were saturday afternoon, but saturday, several hours earlier, middle of the night to be exact, oh my friends, was not looking quite so… i don’t know… together? let me paint the picture for you. (you’re welcome!!) it’s 1:30 am. parker wakes up. steve hears him. me? sleeping like a rock. steve gets him, brings him into our bed, i nurse him, still mostly asleep. everyone slumbers once again. at 2:30 am, steve hears our door open and lindsey scamper in. i’m, once again, out like a light with parker half on top of me. lindsey kneels down and (it should be noted, i only know the story because steve has since shared it with me.) begins talking to steve. explaining, with hand gestures, “um, well, dad. i threw up a little bit. no big deal. in my bed. on the sheets, but only a little.” you know, like a don’t-trouble-yourself-dad cause it’s only-a-little (riiiight. bed, floor, wall, curtains. as steve reported later. and as i got to see first hand the next morning when i did the laundry.) then steve hears it. that sort of rumbling, gaggy, i’m about to throw up again sound. “run, lindsey, bathroom!” this is when i wake up to see lindsey dashing off to the bathroom and steve throwing the blankets off himself to follow her. while steve is telling her to go to the bathroom, i’m still in the, “ummm, whaaat?” and fumbling for a light switch on the opposite side of the bed from where the light really is. i nearly jumped out of bed myself but, parker… half on me. (whatever else occurs, do not wake the baby!) that is my alibi and i’m sticking to it. so, more throw up, steve cleans, and lindsey is utterly useless (as one would expect).
steve returned to the room a bit later, grumbling about how he’s just ovvvvver it. five kids in, i suppose the man is allowed to say that, essssspecially when referencing middle of the night vomit.
in other news, saturday was gorgeous here. gorgeous! like sun on the snow was blinding gorgeous! i’ll take it. and, you should all know: spring is officially 9 days away (as of saturday when i wrote this). and, if you recall, march dealt some seriously summery weather last year. remember this??? i expect the same by march 22nd. ya hear, mother nature?!
all of this + spring forward!! i'm sure some of you were a bit disoriented come sunday morning!
Woof that sounds like a rough night girl. Also, we keep a throw-up bowl by my niece's bed at all times. She often coughs so hard it makes her throw up, so…ya know.
At least you look supah fly? And Parker didn't wake up!
Aw, poor Lindsey! This might be a gross comment, but when I was a kid, instead of a bowl I always had a plastic garbage can- if you used that you could just put that next to her bed, and if she's sick she can just dump out the tissue & paper (or worst case, not) and use that.
Aww, too bad Lindsey was sick! That's kind of funny how she just said 'only a little', as to how much sick she got! And how she was implying it wasn't a big deal. I love kids when they're like that, because I just can't help but laugh. After the fact of course. Not when you're doing cleaning duty! Way to go Steve, for taking charge when you were asleep 🙂
And I agree with you on the weather. It was so beautiful this weekend where I live as well.
Oh no!! That's horrible! On the other hand, it makes me feel a little bit better about my night last night. I know I was up a lot with my newborn, but the details are fuzzy.
Oh no! I hope she feels better soon.
I'm only one kid in and already over the barf. (I was a nanny before getting married/bumped up AND endured an unfortunate 1st grade and 6th grade episode with other people's projectiles. Soooo. That's practically 5 kids worth, right?:-) xoxo
Oh boy. Those are the nights that I am NOT looking forward to! I should be glad that all I have to do is stumble out of bed, feed a baby, and plop him down in a crib. I hope Lindsey recovered quickly and that it's not a pass-around-the-fam bug!
Gorgeous as always!! xo!
looking bomb as EVER.
BLEH. I'm sorry — poor you guys. Seems like the voms are going around — hope you and and Steve and Parker are spared!!!!
@grace marie, it wasn't actually stomach bug, THANK GOD. just a random momentary throw-up. well, a few moments i guess…
beautiful look and sorry about the night! hopefully things look up soon!
kw ladies in navy
ahhh… jacob did/does the same exact thing- last night! he (at 15 years of age) can not seem to aim IN THE TOILET.
stomach/brain detachment (you nailed it).
Other peoples' throw up makes me gag. This story makes me gag. I don't know how I will handle children.
Thank God for husbands that wake up with kiddos during the night! We have a three year old, a one year old and the last (!) on his way next month… I would be lost without my husband (even with his occasional grumbling…). I'm glad Lindsay is feeling better!! And that Parker slept through everything 😉
gross. no thank you. i would be so pissed if svea woke up from another child vomiting. sorry, but it's true. BABY SLEEP IS THE MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL SLEEP. i think we know that.
also, you are a babe.
oh my gosh. haha. poor thing! and i do not look forward to midnight throw ups, but i guess it happens huh! you were smart to have a baby conveniently sleeping on you 😉
daaan gurl. lookin goood.
and i WISH i was as calm about puking as lindsay. omg, i would kill for that disconnet. I go into full on panic mode, and cry and shake and cry some more.
oh goooood, spring could not come soon enough. i got teased SO hard with boston spring last year. that sassy little minx better hurry up!
Shut up, this outfit.
I read this with my mouth open. Poor Steve. On the curtains!
Love your blazer. Also, I think I have those boots. Red zippers in back? I got mine a few years ago but still wear 'em and love 'em.
Eww the vomit!! Isn't it weird how kids get stomach things all the time and then as adults, we rarely find ourselves just randomly barfing in the night? My baby (BABY!) threw up six times recently, all in a row, yellow fluorescent bile, the whole nine yards. Dr. could find a thing wrong. So sad, so weird, so… so much laundry in my future as a mother.
oh my god, that's horrible. yes, yes steve has everryyyy right to say that hahahaha. poor guy.
HAHAHA I seriously just laughed out loud. Mine are only 2 and 4 and we've already had WAY too much experience with puke. Somehow it just never gets less disgusting.