Monday, August 25, 2008

Back From the Depths...

So here I am again. House, empty of guests. Stomach, empty of everything. Well, that's not entirely true. I am pretty much on the mend and apparently mentally stable enough not to equate all food intake with inevitably tossing it back up, as I did in 8th grade. So that's good (although it is a blow to my plan to buy new, smaller-sized jeans). After two days of basically gatorade and gingerale, and another two days of chicken soup and a few bites of mashed potatoes, my stomach has given me the green light to eat whatever again, but in small amounts. What I WON'T be eating again, I promise you, is the shrimp and crab salad at California Pizza Kitchen (::shudder::) I am fairly certain that was a culprit of said vomit-attack and if I never step foot in that restaurant again, I'm confident I'll be happier for it. Which is actually a shame because their goat cheese and caramelized onion pizza? To die for. But not literally, know what I mean?

If there is a silver lining, it's that it must have been food poisoning rather than the stomach bug that seems to be currently kicking the ass of everyone in Southern California because no one else in my immediate world ended up hurling into buckets after coming in contact with me. At least I am relieved that I didn't infect my loved ones with that plague because I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy (I say that just so you'll think I'm super nice; I can really think of a few people who could use a night with their head in the toilet).

But anyway, how about some pictures of the little man, eh? It's been awhile since I talked about him in much detail, and after all, he's what this blog is supposed to be about in the first place. So, behold...

Ethan apparently growing his hair out to complete his plan to go as Donald Trump for Halloween...

A mid-air Croc moment.

The Little Red Wagon o' Hope...

Grammy, Grampy & Ethan check out the musicians at a Santa Barbara street fair.

The evil pirate Ethan McGee buries his prisoner up to the ankle as the tide comes in...

Aaaand here's my child cozying up to a toddler bed in IKEA. Yes. He won't sleep at home, but bring him to a crowded multi-level shopping center filled to the gills with Scandinavian-crafted household wares and suddenly he's ready for a snoooze.

Seriously, kid. Yer killing me. How about pulling this "tuck self in!" business at home once in awhile, huh?

Ethan's first taste of cotton candy (4 out of 5 dentists agree--we are bad parents). He was not impressed, so that should save us a cavity or two.

Hollywood's newest cross-dressing celebutante...

Um, hello creepy wall-spider stalking my child at Little Gym...

Mmmmm, pretty ball pit o' germs...

Never too early to start practicing for the 2020 Summer games

Dahling, bring me a bit more sun-screen, I'm shphitzing here...

Ethan has officially grown tired of his mother snapping pictures all. day. long.

8 comments:

Sue said...

Glad you are on the mend. Ethan is getting sooooo big!

You can send me his uneaten cotton candy. It's a sacrifice I'm willing to take for the little guy!

Becca said...

So many cute pictures!! I love him in the bed at Ikea. Too funny. I'm glad you are feeling better.

Sarah said...

Yay-- you're back!! Glad you're on the mend!

Whoo-hoo for Little Gym, and my goodness he's cute.

Amy said...

Awesome pics. I was beginning to worry you had gone Hollywood on us and couldn't relate to the little people any more!

gringa said...

I love the Obama 08 sticker on the car! Cool...

Glad you are feeling better and enjoying California.

TheHMC said...

I'm glad that you're feeling better! Hubby brought me a burrito the other day and it was filled to the brim with guac. While I loves me some guac, even the smallest bit of avacado will have my stomach doing flip flops for a good 24 hours. It's sad. It's devisating at times, even. I love avacado. But somewhere in the sea of pregnancies, my avacado rights were taken away from me. So, when I took a nice, big, honkin' bite of my burrito the other day and realized that there was green mush in my lovely burrito, I don't think I've ever jumped up so fast in my life to go spit it out. Just the thought of being that sick is enough to scare the you-know-what out of me.

Now, on to that little boy. He is adorable! I could eat him right up. His wagon is awesome! And that last picture of him on the beach is amazing. He's a cutie.

Bonnie said...

So glad to hear that you are better. I can barely take one day of nausea, much less what you had.

I'm loving the Obamawagon.

Laurie of the Seven Stories said...

I'm with Ethan. I want to live at Ikea too. Why in the hell doesn't it look like that when you bring it home?

Hope you continue to feel better:) And when you are up for playing, come and visit on the playground. We have an olympic hopeful ourselves.