Sunday Funday

Sunday Funday has a totally different meaning these days.  Our days of day-drinking by the pool and getting our tan on is all but over.  Don't get me wrong.. Sunday Funday is still- FUNday.

For sure.

I've been letting the girls play on the back porch with the door open while I clean up after their lunch meal.  The weather has been beautiful and they love the outside- getting them out for a half hour or so everyday provides a great break for momma and happy girls going into the evening.

Not to mention, we have to pay a visit to our favorite outside friend..

head wraps c/o {Instagram shop} ShelbyChicBoutique

Daphnee is our 4 year old Brittany Spaniel.  She was purchased with my hope of being a (calm) indoor dog.. and Jordan's hope for another hunting dog.

Jordan won.

Without any prompt from me she leaned in and gave that sweet pup a smooch. Daphnee is so gentle with them, but is still a little too hyper to let her loose around these littles.

They love this girl.  And she loves them the same.

Next stop: the big red wagon!  You knew this was coming..  

Two little birds.  One ball. 

 You do the math on that.. 

 SO sweet and innocent. 

 What you can't see/hear is the angry eyes and screaming over said ball.

 Give me the balllllllll!  

{as I live and breathe.. I'm looking into a mirror with that look on Parker's face.}

Its all fun and games until someone pukes.

Let me introduce to you 'someone'.

My sweet girl.  Bless her little heart.  We came in from being outside- playing hard, hard, hard.  Stopped for some yogurt and a few swigs of water before heading down for nap. About an hour into her nap she moves around and fusses a little.  I check the monitor and notice nothing out of the ordinary. 10 minutes later she's awake again.  Not the norm for my girls.  They are notoriously 2-2.5 hour nappers twice a day.  I go in the nursery to soothe her and check to see if I need to rock her back to sleep and I am met with the worst smell and the most heart breaking scene.

Puke. Everywhere.

In her hair.  All over her clothes.  Coating the sheets, bumpers, mattress.  Puppy was practically unidentifiable.  She had thrown up all over one end of her crib and moved to get out of it and go back to sleep.  Hence the first 'fuss' during her nap.

Afternoon bath.  Pronto.  And never ever, ever, ever again will I eat strawberry yogurt.  

Sweet thing.  I was dying because she was in such bad shape.  Clean hair. Clean jams.  Lotioned up and baby fresh- she was good as new! Her normal happy spirits were there in a glimmer- but still stayed close.  I let her have a water and sit with Parker while she sat and ate a couple Goldfish.  I was hoping and praying that puke incident was a fluke.

I was wrong..  

An hour after the (technically) second mass puke was the third.  She climbed into my lap, handed me her handful of goldfish and blechh.  All. Over. Me.

JORDANNNN

Again.   But this time she didn't get it all over herself.  It was all over momma.  

This is my life.

Again, she proceeded to act like nothing was wrong and played happily per the usual.  Humming and bee-bopping to every tune.  I decided to stick with BRAT foods (bananas, rice, apples (applesauce), and toast) to calm her stomach.  Dry toast and plain applesauce was on the menu.  She didn't touch the toast much, but downed two pouches of applesauce and some water.  She was able to hold that down- thank the sweet Lord.  We didn't offer her the 'bedtime' sippy cup of milk for fear it would upset her tummy.. I took Parker in another room to enjoy her milk in hopes to not upset sister girl too much.

She's asleep now.  I'm sitting here watching the monitor like a hawk.. almost expecting her to throw up at any moment.

We leave for Austin tomorrow- I have a conference I'm attending and Jordan and I decided to make a little trip out of it and tote the little birds along, too.  I am hoping and praying this was temporary and not something we will take with us to Austin.

I hated to see the pitiful look on her face today. Parker kept getting super upset every time Jolie would get sick.  She wasn't sure what to think about all that mess!  In 15 months I have never had to deal with anything like this.  I've been very lucky to steer clear of illness outside of head congestion and low grade fevers.

I guess there is a first time for everyone.  

Welcome to the club, Amber:)