We had a big family party today. A BIG family party. My uncle turned 50 and everyone was there. Clara was having a blast, playing with all the thousands of little kids. She wouldn't even eat her food. That's pretty normal for her. She's just too busy to be bothered. So I wasn't worried. Within 15 minutes of arriving home, I heard a "blech-ing" noise. So I walked into the front room, where she was at, to see. Puke all over my couch. Fabulous. I felt bad for her. Her little face was all green. I felt bad for me too. My green couch was all sorts of colors. So I cleaned it up and sent Josh to the store to get her some soda and crackers. Always the best part of being sick. You have to have a little happiness, right? She's sleeping next to my mopping bucket right now, just in case. I really hope it was just a little bit of an upset stomach and not a bug. Then I have to worry about cancelling playdates and babysitting, not to mention the baby. I really hate it when babies are sick.
Anyway, I made two cakes this weekend. One for a friend's mom, the other for my aforementioned uncle (50) and his son (25), combined. It was hard to find time to do it since Josh was at drill the whole time. I had some pretty late nights. I guess that's best though. No kids running around the kitchen puking on stuff. Pretty fun. I took some cute pictures of the kids today in their Sunday clothes too. Look!