They gave their brother a kiss, we visited Nana Charlotte in the nursing home so the girls could show off their ensembles, and off they went in their carriage (pilot) with their prince (dad) who is really MY prince. I guess I can share his for an evening. :)
Anyway, I was really excited because I was getting the whole evening with my little Dill. We had big plans too, only he had a bit of the stomach flu. None the less, we went to Michaels and got a model of a fire engine that we could put together in one night, and went home to snuggle up in blankets on the couch, watch Pocahontas, and work on our model. By the late evening he was feeling better and decided he was starving and really wanting some chicken nuggets. Usually I would discourage eating 20 chicken nuggets while trying to get over the stomach flu, but since this was a special night, I just said "whatever" and down they went into his belly in no time flat. The girls and the prince got home all very excited about the wonderful time they had had. Dill and I had a great model we had completed and had enjoyed some quality bonding time ourselves, and all went to bed. 2am... Dillon wakes me up saying he is going to throw up and like a flash I have him in the bathroom where he is standing in front of the toilet. Vomit on the floor, bed, furniture, or anywhere other than a bucket or toilet is my worst enemy, so when I say "like a flash", I really mean it. Anyhow, he's standing there feeling TERRIBLE yells "I need a blessing." I, noticing that he is still standing in front of the toilet and not kneeling, say "get on your knees" and he bewilderingly yells "you can't give me one?!" At this point, understanding where he misunderstood and knowing the discomfort he is experiencing, I am just trying not to burst with laughter. I pull him over to the bathroom counter and in front of his bucket where he immediately releases, in different form, the 20 chicken nuggets he had inhaled 5 short hours prior. Poor little dill.
