Our weekend

My parents were up this past weekend to babysit so that Matt and I could go out to the burbs for a dinner party Saturday night at a coworker's house. The weekend was going well and my parents arrived around lunchtime on Saturday. About that time, the girls woke up from their nap to eat. Avery was most definitely not herself. She didn't smile at me when I changed her diaper. She didn't want anything to eat (biggest tip off that something was wrong - that girl LOVES to eat!). She actually fell back asleep, so I decided to put her back to bed. As I was walking her to her room, Matt leaned over to give her a kiss good night and he narrowly missed getting showered by vomit! The poor thing exploded all over me, all over herself, all over the floor. Her eyes were so glassy and tired looking. It was so sad! She spent the rest of the afternoon on my mom's lap in and out of sleep, barely moving.

Poor baby

We ended up still going to the dinner party that night. I was worried about leaving Avery, but my mom reminded me that she had raised a few kids before, so she could probably handle it. Ha! I guess that's true!

Of course, this cutie was just fine and played and laughed all afternoon! Note the bow - rare occasion where Daddy actually let me put a bow in her hair. Of course, we took it off about 10 minutes later and it had already left indentions in her head. Yikes - guess it was a little too small!

Our dinner party was a fun time. It was at Shannon and Tim's place in Downer's Grove. It's become sort of a tradition to set off bottle rockets at their place at the end of the night. This is usually because a lot of wine/beer has been consumed and someone says - "let's get out the blow torch and some bottle rockets!"

Blow torch = check! Bottle rockets = check! Alcohol = check!

Enjoy the show!

On Sunday, we met up with the p's, Erin and Grayson, and Brett and Sandi for lunch at Beer Bistro. Avery was still not feeling the best, so we relaxed at home the rest of the day. I picked up a cold and was not feeling the best either. I skipped bowling Sunday night, but I heard my Dad filled in for me and didn't do too shabby.

Avery is still recovering even today. She's smiling more, but you can just tell she's not back to her regular energetic screeching self. Guess we'll see how long it takes for her to kick this thing. And we'll see if Morgan picks it up from her. Based on this picture I took yesterday, it would not surprise me if Morgan ended up sick as well. (We were taking a picture to send to Grandma Marcia for her birthday.)