3:00 am. Mommy, Daddy, I threw up.

No pictures with this post. That's a good thing. You will thank me later. Our long holiday weekend was kicked off right with a wake up call from Johnny telling us he had thrown up all over his bed and had diarrhea in his pants. Two sets of beds sheet later we make it threw the night. He was sick all day Saturday and Sunday.

Monday he was acting like he was feeling better so we went to a movie to salvage a little holiday fun. Just as we get home johnny gets "sick" again. I didn't know popcorn could look like that. I am going to start a new diet. It will be the rave of Miami and southern Europe. You will simply line up all your favorite foods then have a child throw them up in your living room. You wont look at them the same anymore.

FLASH "Honey, would you like a HoHo? Yes, please. Put it in a blender with a cup of pool acid and half a hot dog."

Tuesday and he is still sick. He has not been able to keep much down for the past 4 days so on Wednesday I take him to the doctor. I tell them his story and expect them to rush him off to some piece of fancy equipment with radioactive signage and a large red blinking light labeled "Swine Flu" on the side. Nope. The answer to our upper GI projectile issues is dairy, or lack of it at least. For the net few days John can not have any thing dairy. There is a 7 day illness going around and we have to "reboot" his stomach to accept food again. You would think that for my $20.00 copay and what ever outrageous amount they bill my insurance for I could get a face mask and be able to hold my kid down while the give him a shot. No, I get a grocery list.

Fathers and sons...and fathers.

This last weekend was our wards Fathers and sons camp out. My dad came along and was a great help. You see, Like an idiot I raised my hand to volunteer to make dinner for everybody. Dad helped a lot and together we pulled off another successful batch of chicken and dumplings.

Here is Bishop Munroe in between paintball battles. I like paintball. It teaches leadership, teamwork, and one of my pet peeves, firearms safety.


Well, two out of three ain't bad.

Kellin is taking the time to let my Johnny squeeze off a few rounds. Johnny was one of the big boys for just a little while.

Okay, most of my family has seen this before. When it came time to serve everybody started taking pictures of it. I thought maybe a holy image had manifest itself in a dumpling, but no. Just chicken and dumplings.

Happy and dirty.

A call home to mommy to say goodnight. They said they did not miss mommy. They wanted to stay four more days.

Little boy right of passage. Burn sticks in the fire then try to poke your friends eye out with it.

I vaguely remember camping before folding camp chairs were invented. It involved sitting on rocks and stumps. I did not like that.

Finally Johnny's favorite part of camping. Riding wheelers. We went out a few times and took some really cool trails. We saw a few deer and a pile of elk bones that the guys had to take some back to show mommy. Mommy was ....thrilled.