One Wedding and a Puke Bucket

Last Friday one of my baby cousins got married. I call them all my baby cousins because I am the oldest by a good 7 years and can remember when they were all born, so they’ll always be babies in my mind. But alas, she is now 24 years old and married to a bona fide Italian who is actually from Italy. She has already seen so much more of the world than I probably ever will. {Side note: travel more.}

We packed up and drove to Huntsville, AL on Friday for the wedding, stopping in our old stomping grounds to meet my grandmother and mother-in-law for lunch since we wouldn’t have a chance to see them later in the weekend. We ate at this little place called Gus’s Hot Dogs in Irondale, AL. Zac used to eat there frequently since he worked in the same shopping center, and it was on the way and centrally located. Cole had chicken fingers and fries, nothing unusual, and everyone else had a hot dog. After lunch we headed up to Huntsville and got checked into our hotel.

After we got settled I went down to the fitness center to get in a run while the boys relaxed. Then it was time for everyone to get bathed and ready for the wedding. I was in the shower when Zac came bursting into the bathroom carrying a very upset Cole. “We can’t go to the wedding,” he said.

Then Cole puked everywhere. I jumped out of the shower to help with him, and then went into the room to get the baby out of the way. Orange vomit all over the white hotel bedding. So. Much. Puke. It was awful. And to elaborate further about the orange, Cole had eaten some cheese curls earlier in the day, some of those gross orange peanut butter crackers as an afternoon snack, and washed it down with some orange Gatorade. You can just imagine the vibrance of that technicolor yawn.

I stripped the bed so it wouldn’t seep through to the mattress and got Cole’s travel blanket out so he could lay down. He has never thrown up before and obviously did not like it one little bit. Nobody else got sick, and judging by the chills and fever, I’m assuming it was a random stomach bug and not anything he had eaten. So that’s a small blessing that nobody else got sick. But I felt so terrible for my sweet boy. He was so excited about going to the wedding and seeing our family. Just his rotten luck that he would get sick that day.

I decided that Cannon and I would go to the wedding so Cole could get some rest without being irritated by his little brother. We had a great time visiting with our family and Cannon loved all the attention he got. Of course he hammed it up for everyone! We enjoyed all the yummy desserts and punch, and I was glad to spend some one-on-one time with my sweet baby boy. He wore himself out. Our hotel was a half mile from the wedding location, and he was asleep before we turned onto the road. Cole was asleep when we got home, but my parents came up to just give him a kiss since they haven’t seen him in awhile. He woke up feeling a bit better so they stayed for a bit to visit before heading back to Birmingham.

All in all, it was an interesting and hectic weekend. I certainly didn’t expect Cole to get sick. But we tried to make the best of it since I’m sure it won’t be the last time. Kids tend to throw you for a loop when you least expect it, don’t they?

Oh well.  At least Cannon and I looked good.


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