Last Sunday we had an Eight is Great! Which Cade was excited to go to. I can't believe he's getting baptized this year. It was nice driving in the car on the way there, being able to give our full attention to just Cade. Except that he said he had a stomach ache so he wasn't too chatty.
I had a little part in the program of running a little game for the kids. I was just announcing the game and what they would be doing when Chris bolts out of his chair holding Cade as he's puking. Poor Cade, it just fits him to a T, to have something like that happen to him. I stood there like a dummy trying to figure out if I should continue the program or be rude and just walk out. I didn't realize that it was on the floor and chair- I know nasty huh. So yes, everything was stopped and put on hold while we cleaned up the mess. I felt bad, but was really surprised to see how helpful everybody was. His teacher took Cade into the bathroom and cleaned his hands and clothes and got him a baggy for the ride home and people were helping Chris and I clean. It was very nice of them. About an hour before the meeting he started saying his stomach hurt and he explained it like it was going to explode or full, something like that. Then he burped and he said, that felt better. So a light bulb went off in my head and I thought Oh he feels bloated with gas. I gave him a tums and we walked out the door. Boy was I wrong. Chris took Cade home and by the time I got home, Cade was showered and asleep in bed. All is good now and somehow amazingly no one else has caught it. knock on wood. Love you Cade. Is that a graphic enough picture for ya. Ha ha ha