Daniel wasn’t exactly a bundle of joy over the weekend so it came as no surprise when we got a call from the school yesterday.
Followed by Etienne collecting him and his sisters from school.
Followed by the obligatory fever medicine.
Followed by bed-time vomit on the carpet in his bedroom.
Followed by 02h00 vomit all over the bathroom.
Followed by that foul-smelling gastro poo in the same bathroom.
And this is where it gets complicated. See, in our house we have an arrangement: Etienne does poo and I do vomit. I don’t do poo. I gag just thinking about poo. So when we were confronted with poo and vomit in THE SAME ROOM at 02H00 IN THE MORNING whilst we were meant to be FAST ASLEEP we were blinking at each other in the bright light of the bathroom. And we had that moment of playing mental chicken. Until I started gagging.
Game. Over.
ps Etienne found Isabel running around naked instead of being in the bath. He asked what she was doing, “Pappa, ek het my vinger in my hol”. (Daddy, I have my finger up my bum) And she did. I blame Etienne for this of course, he is forever joking about having your finger, er, you know what I mean.
pps: Isabel came haring into the kitchen last night :”Pappa! Mignon wil nie praat nie!” This after repeated requests for them to be quiet because there was much singing coming from their room. This is her, looking very tired as you can see:
ppps: I feel like I haven’t been writing about Mignon lately. I just love how gentle and caring and affectionate she is. Here is a little gallery of her and Isabel on Sunday. She is in the blue dress, always keen for a cuddle.
