It's been Barfsville here for the past few days. Lorelei was first in line for vomiting. She got better in about a day and a half. As she was improving, Isabelle took her place at the Porcelain Throne. When Lorelei started throwing up, I assumed it was a virus and it would run its course. When Isabelle got sick, I thought the same thing. But something seemed wrong with that diagnosis. They weren't running high fevers or having any serious stomach pain. I started thinking about what they could have eaten to make them icky. I realized that Lorelei had feta cheese on her spaghetti on Wednesday, and Isabelle had it on her salad on Saturday. I remember when I got really sick from feta cheese while pregnant with Lorelei. (Pregnant women aren't supposed to eat soft cheeses like brie, bleu cheese, and feta. Duh. NOW I know. But I was CRAVING it!)
Isabelle threw up 451 times last night (okay, okay....but it felt like that!) and stayed home from school. So we spent the day with Popsicles and Kool-Aid and rice and feeder birds:
"Whoa. Windy today, huh."
Titmice are so sweet, I could eat them on a cracker. Or Melba toast...you know, for the extra crunchiness.
Poor sick wuzzers. (A term coined by my Mother.)
Uh oh. This Carolina wren's right eye is stuck shut. I better do some looking into whether wrens are vulnerable to avian conjunctivitis.
SEVENTEEN! Three more and I win a toaster oven!
By the way, Isabelle is fine now. How do kids do it?