Big Bill Turns 60!

Today is my dad's 60th birthday. He had it set in his mind that we were not going to celebrate until we went on vacation but my mom and I had a different idea. We planned a surprise celebration at the Custard Station in Kirkwood (where pretty much all momentous occasions in our family occur) with some of his good friends. He was very surprised and had a great time eating custard and being with friends.

To continue the celebration, he and my mom came over this a.m. for breakfast and then we were supposed to head to the zoo. I say supposed to because around 10:30 last night, the Trippster started making some funny noises from his crib. He wasn't really crying but something did not seem quite right. Nelson and I both had that feeling that we better check on him. So Nelson went in there and I quickly heard, "Umm Em, you better come in here." I did and the little guy had thrown up pretty much all over his entire self and crib. No exaggeration. So I put him in the bath while Nelson cleaned his crib and then we just snuggled with him in our bed (where he proceeded to throw up again). Finally he was calm enough to go back to bed and he slept great the rest of the night. We, however, were up for a while cleaning sheets, stuffed animals, ourselves, etc. We finally got to bed and a few hours later, we both woke up- Nelson to go to work, me to start working on my dad's bday breakfast. Not being one to cancel any birthday celebrations, I just figured we would see how Tripp was feeling in the a.m. and go from there. He seemed great when he got up, and so we all enjoyed breakfast (although we decided it was best that he not have any of the so tasty quiche lorianne).

My dad opened his presents (and Tripp thought it was so fun to watch him) and then we headed to the zoo.

We got down our street and onto the main road when Tripp got sick again. My dad u-turned the car and we headed back to our house. Now for bath #2 of the day. We got him all cleaned up and decided to just hang out at our house for a while. So we did, and then he got sick again. By that point, it was just Pedialyte because there wasn't anything else in his system, but this time, it was all over me! So we both hopped into the shower/bath (Tripp's 3rd time in just as many hours). By this time he was worn out and my dad thought some fresh air might be good for him. So he and my dad went for a walk, while my mom and I stayed back and did some much needed organizing and cleaning (and laundry!). About 20 mins later my dad was back with a sleepy little boy. We parked him outside for some rest while we got everything together to head out to their place (the cleaning lady was on the way to our house so we had to leave).

The rest of the celebrating at my parents' house included cleaning out their car seat, putting the little guy down for a 3 hour nap and doing some more laundry. Despite all the craziness, I think my dad would still say it was a great birthday, but I think we better continue the celebrating on vacation without any more sickness!!