The kiddos had the day off from school today.
Since the health club actually became a nice place...they have LOVED going to the play room. There is a tree house, inside the play room. There's a whole corner of the room with gymnastics foam that is a foot deep on the floor. That is to catch them in case they fall while scaling up the new climbing wall.
I could go on and on...but I've gone off on a tangent...again.
The kiddos spent over two hours climbing around...went home, watched a movie, and generally had a good day. It's cold and yucky in Chicago so I've just been shooting for good days.
Later this evening, I noticed The Little Man wasn't touching his dinner. Which is odd because he LOVES ham.
He excused himself and went upstairs. A few moments later I hear...
"Mommy, I'm a mess."
"What do you mean, you're a mess?"
He was not kidding when he said he exploded...it was all over the bathroom. My poor Little Man had thrown up all over the bathroom:(
It was a two man job cleaning him and the bathroom up...
The entire time he kept repeating..."Mommy, I had a great day...and then I exploded:("
Poor little fellow...