Isaac woke up, in the early morning hours of his birthday, from a scary spider dream. Because I am a "zombie mommy" these days I quickly made him a bed on the floor in our room and we all went back to sleep.A few hours later we kicked off the day with breakfast in bed for the birthday boy. He said, "Ah, mom you know all the foods I wanted for my birthday."
Then we sent him off to school for the day where his whole class sang to him. When he got home I asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner.
After he threw up everything he had just eaten and more he said through teary eyes, "Guys, can we just wait to eat birthday cake until tomorrow?" You bet!! Poor guy.
He managed to put on a happy face while opening his presents and in between trips to the toilet. This picture makes me want to cry for the poor guy.
Holding true to tradition (throw up tradition not birthday tradition) Isaac spent the night sleeping on the kitchen floor. He couldn't get over the fact that everyone was calling him at the same time to wish him a happy birthday.
By the end of the evening the boys had all had it. Isaac was a little emotional. I'm pretty sure that wasn't his idea of a great birthday activity. As he tried to go to sleep Trav told him, "The great thing about it is that your birthday isn't over because you still get to celebrate it tomorrow with cake."
I'm wondering if Isaac will ever ask for green soup again. I have not wanted to eat a chimichanga since the day I threw one up as a little kid. Travis said he feels the same way about Sour Patch Kids.