In which our weekend was lovely. Until it ended in the toilet. Literally.

So, I've been feeling all kinds of generous this weekend. I knew that Paul had a rough day at work on Friday, so I made a big pot of chili and a special surprise just for Rico...

His very favorite. An apple pie. 

 Lest you think I've gone all domestic, please note the box in the background. Thank you Marie.

 And keeping in line with our generous loved infested weekend, Paul and I went out for our Valentines on Saturday night.

We took the kids to Brittany and Blake's while we went out, and Brittany being Brittany, made us strike a few poses.

This is where Paul finally lost it. Ha!

I had heard of the Federal Grove since we moved down here, and we finally went and tried it out.

I really like older places, and all that historical kind of stuff

1871, right up my alley. Unless I actually had to live in 1871, than that would be a problem. No red lipstick, no hoop earrings, can you imagine?

The food was really good, but by far this piece of cake alone was worth the trip. The icing was to.die.for.

After dinner, we went and saw the movie, 'This Means War' and it was funnnnnny!!! We had a really great night together.

And it's always assuring to get texts with pictures of your kids having fun while you are out, that somehow makes the cake even better, you know?

I have a feeling the kids will be asking to go back to Britt's pretty soon.

 Cookies, duck duck goose, movies, art work....but under all that fun something must have been a 'brewin, for both Hope and Layton.

During the night, Hope got up and came to our room probably 5 times or more. She kept asking for water, or asking to sleep in our bed, which really isn't like her. I had a gut feeling that something might have been bothering her, but when I asked she said "I'm okay."

Then when we got up for the day today, I could just tell she was acting weird. She didn't want breakfast, only water. Hope not want food? Something HAS to be wrong. So, while I was standing in the kitchen, I picked her up and was holding her. She laid her head down on my shoulder, and then I heard a strange noise,and within a matter of moments, she was throwing up. All over me and her. Thankfully, I was standing right next to the sink and just leaned her right on over it.

Good times. Good times.

So here we are a week later, and in the same exact place. Same pukes, different kid.

And also, Brittany sent me a text this morning, that Layton had woke up this morning with a high fever. So, both kids sick. Boo.

Seriously, if I don't get it this time, it will be a miracle, considering I began my morning wearing it.

Still a great weekend, even considering it ended in the toilet.