Saturday was Ollie’s Happy Birthday Party Day since today is his actual birthday and Monday is a hard day on which to through a party.
I didn’t take any pictures but I’m sure there must be some floating around somewhere. Ollie is three as of today. Happy birthday, Ollie! Feels weird that it’s been three years since he was born. I’ve been assured that I’ll look up one day and he’ll be in high school. I’ve decided to not listen to such nonsense.
To work off some of the pizza and cake and ice cream, we all trekked down to the creek; the kids had a blast.
Last night I made cheeseburgers. I made them a bit too thick and Tucker’s didn’t cook all the way through. In fact, it was a bit pink right in the middle. Tucker went ahead and ate it; Tucker will eat just about anything.
We watched the rest of a movie we had started with Tucker occasionally complaining about feeling sick to his stomach. When I woke up later last night, I didn’t have any covers and I was freezing. I sat up and demanded my blanket–it was on Tucker’s side of the bed–only to have Tucker tell me he had spent a good deal of time on the bathroom floor. Apparently I poisoned Tucker with his burger.
There are very few things I am confident about and cooking is one of them. I have no reservations saying I’m a damn good cook but causing someone to spend hours in the bathroom puking will shake anyone’s confidence. He swears it’s not my fault but I still feel like hell that something I cooked made him that sick. As pittance, I got to clean up a very large amount of dog puke since Sophie got sick as well since Tucker gave her some table scraps. Luckily, the kids and I didn’t end up sick.
Tucker says we’re even since he scared me half to death because I thought he was dead–post for another day–and I tried to kill him by poisoning him.
Works for me.