Happy New Year!

John is sick yet again with some sort of plague, so I headed out the door to our friend's New Year's Eve party on my own last night.  I stopped by my sister's house to drop off a knee brace (I know, most people loan eggs or sugar to their neighbor around the corner, we do knee braces.) and ever so briefly joked that I might as well stay over at said friend's house, as the kids don't get up until 8 a.m. anyway.  So then Kristin was funny and said "Then it would turn out to be the one night they got the flu," which I thought was a valid point and John is sick, so decided I wouldn't bother pursuing the possibility any further and would just come home after the ball dropped.

On to the party, which was oh-SO-fun . . . . 

. . . and then home to collapse into bed at 1 a.m.

Which is exactly when I heard the little voice calling "Mama" from the kid's room.

Groan.  

Short internal debate as to whether I should ignore, and then I decided that would be a yucky way to start the new year.  

Turns out, there was still a yucky start.  As in, I got to Sophia's bedside just in time for the retching to start, with no buckety type thing nearby.  Snatched her up and made a little pool of space between us to catch the gallon of undigested mac'n'cheese, and none of it even hit the floor.  I am SUPER grateful that the puke stayed contained, and not all over bed/floor, etc.  

Sicky John got up to help out, Sophia and I dove in the shower cheddar covered clothes and all, and then Sophia proceeded to vomit every half hour the rest of the night.

Happy New Year!

Cozy blanket, check.  DVD player, check.  Puke bucket, check.

I am thinking that this year is going to be a little bit of "In like a lion, out like a lamb," and am praying that we are starting with the worst.  I know, the saying really applies to the month of March, but it seemed apropos here.  

So here is where our New Year ended up today. . . who knows what else 2013 will bring?  Thank God for His grace, and humor in times of puke.  Cheers!