Covet the Dust: stomach flu, wet wipes, & clorox {oh my}

oh my goodness. that was a long blogging break.

and what's even sadder is that every night i would SWEAR i was going to blog. but then i chose sleep. and countless golden girls episodes over blogging. surprised? me neither.

so let's catch up, shall we? hmmmmm???

but before that.....the cutest little 5-for-3-more-weeks-year-old just came in and asked me to scratch his back. i then proceeded to smooch all over while scratching said back. he has the cutest freckle smack dab between his shoulder blades.

i also just sent him to the kitchen to get his own strawberries. heaven help me. rookie mistake. he's already made it back twice to ask WHERE they are. no joke: right in front of his face.

bubba went to save the day. he just returned and said, that wasn't difficult at all. *le sigh.*

i cleaned out our playroom. (i'll post on that soon!!) bubba then cleaned out his desk...... & surrounding area (ahem....remember he's my pack rat). so here's what i can see while blogging.

notice all the blue painters tape and paper on the wall? his own little art gallery. he's also wearing fake glasses while working on his computer. cute, mais oui?

clearly he found the berries. and he just informed me he's eaten all but 4 in the container. excuse me, make that 2.

yes, my produce bill is outrageous.

so NOW let's catch up: doh doh & i are recuperating from the stomach flu. (bum, bum, buuum!!!)

SICKEST. I'VE. BEEN. IN. YEARS.

i say flu, not stomach bug. that was no bug, my friends.

strawberry update: he's moved on to another container. one down, another one soon to bite the dust.

today we ventured out for the first time in a few days. we spent 5 hours running errands. errands that would've taken an 1 1/2 hrs MAX without kids. 5 hours with kids. havemercy.

and because of the stomach flu doh doh and i missed 2 of bubba's baseball games. to ~~talk her down off the ledge~~ appease her we did pedicures.

i have this spa pedicure thingy that i'd never even taken out of the box. (shhh, don't tell my mom...she doesn't read blogs...she doesn't know what a blog is....so i'm safe.) i will henceforth be referring to this as The Miracle Worker b/c it ~~shut up~~ dried the tears of my little lady.

she keeps calling her painted toe nails her piggie tails. makes sense....her hair is pig tails, she calls her toes piggies, therefore piggie tails.

during our sickness, every time she felt nauseous she wanted a wet wipe. she held it over her mouth, wiped her face, anything to keep herself from getting sick again. over the last couple of days i've picked up countless wet wipes throughout the house.

and although i'm a regular vinegar and baking soda kinda gal, i busted out the clorox wipes and wiped down the house. bye bye, flu bug.

doh doh has emerged from watching Sleeping Booty, and has been reading to me in our new reading nook in the playroom. i've heard "wwwwwonce upon a time" about 8 times now. seriously, my kid's cute.

so while i've been tapping away on the keyboard, my sweet little Bruiser Bear just got busted on his strawberry consumption. since momma didn't cut off the tops as she usually does, Bubba discovered this.