Tuesday, November 25, 2008

This is why we are better then they are!

Preface: I love Casey, I adore Casey! Casey is my hunk o-burnin' love! Casey is wonderful, fabulous and great but sometimes I really wonder how many kids I really have.
So last week started off with Emma waking me up at 1am by crying, "mommma, I just threw up" -sweet words every mother loves to hear in the morning. The following days were filled with lots of throw up clean up, pj's being changed and trying my best to be the greatest mom in America. And my little Emma was a trooper! She didn't cry or complain, just laid on the couch and felt yucky!
And then it moved on to my Hailey. She was about the same, just feeling yucky but no complaining or crying. My week consisted of sweats and ponytails, lots of loads of wash, hand sanitizer and yuckiness.
But then it was Casey's turn to be sick. He was sick like the girls, lots of time not keeping much down but oh my, you would have thought he was dying. Everytime he would finish throwing up there was moaning and I heard more than once-"Oh, oh, I can't take it any more". Now come on, really? I mean I know it stinks being sick and is pretty aweful at times but seriously! I just love my little Casey but this week made me wonder how many children I really have and whose the bigger baby, Casey or Hailey! But this week also made me realize us ladies are a lot stronger, betterer or amazingly wonderful than those men!!!

5 comments:

Johnsens said...

Hahaha! Oh how I miss you Cali. I was telling some friend the other day about how honest you are at all time, I LOVE it. Hopefully you all get better.

Chandi said...

hear hear sister! I hav long believed that men are babies when it comes to being sick.

mom/caryn said...

Well... I don't know what Casey's dad is like when he gets sick. But, I can tell you that his Uncle Wayne and Uncle Lee would crawl out of bed, haul 6 tons of hay, build a road from American Fork Canyon to Weber Canyon, come home for lunch... and go back out again to repaint the Energy Solutions Arena (Jazz Stadium) without ever saying a word.

I can think of about twice in our 35 married years that he ever complained. I LOVED IT!!! I babied him completely. He's so stinkin independent and has such a superman mindset that I relish every minute that he needs me to coddle and spoil him.

Should I say it? hmmm, why not? ... Dallin, Chandi and Cordell are a lot like their dad. Dustin's our token hypochondriac. And he still works through it most of the time.

Jessica Hughes said...

yes we are defineltely better and can handle a lot more....

Jade said...

Isn't it unbelievable! Sometimes I want to punch Dust when he is sick. We will have to same thing and he will be the biggest baby and I will still have to take care of Tate so then he has the nerve to say, "I am more sick than you are" ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Because I am not as big of a baby means I just am not as sick. Whatever!