Our goddaughter, Cordelia, sang the national anthems (Canada and US) with her school choir for the Rangers game today. (You can just see her on the jumbotron in my cameraphone shot.)
We can happily say we made it to the game to cheer her on. Barely. Blake spent the night puking his guts out, and teaching us that it is possible to puke and sleep at the same time. When you're tired, you're tired. He finally stopped about 3:30 am.
But, who dragged me out of bed this morning? Blake! He was up and going, bouncing around and happily eating away. It was like the night before was a strange nightmare.
So, we did make it to the game (although a little draggier than usual). We saw Cordelia singing--and doing an awesome job. She was totally relaxed in front of the crowd. And, we made it through the first period. Then Faith let me know that she felt sick. Uh-oh! She was pretty pale, so I was just hoping to make it to the car before she threw up. Luckily we made it home, and she laid on the couch all afternoon. By the evening, she was totally fine. Whew.
Of course, George and I are next. We've been sanitizing like crazy, but I fear we are doomed. The last time the kids got sick, we were both laid up for 24 hours feeling like death had run over us and decide we weren't worth the effort.
On the plus side, we did see the Rangers game finish out on TV....they won!
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