Today Aria and I spent the afternoon in Target. We picked up our favorite cereal, some baby items for my cousin’s baby shower, and Aria tried on some Halloween costumes.
When we went to check out, Aria was all excited because Target cashiers have stickers for kids. Aria whispers to me: “Can I ask for stickers?”
“Yes, after the cashier finishes with the customer in front of us.”
When it was our turn, Aria asked in a shy voice: “Can I have some stickers?”
I’m always reminding her “How do you ask?”
The cashier found Aria adorable. She gave Aria a sticker sheet which has two stickers.
“Aria, what do you say?”
“Can I have two stickers?” Nope, that’s not what I was looking for.
“You do have two stickers. See - one, two.” Aria was really asking for two sticker sheets. So, she took what I said and did some math.
“Can I have four stickers?” Aria said.
Seriously, this was my response: “Nice math! But no, you can’t have four stickers. What do you say to the lady for giving you stickers?”
Aria went on to give me one of her stickers. She told me that if I got lost, this sticker would help me get home.
The cashier smiled and whispered to me, “Can I please give her two more stickers?”
“Yes, go ahead.”
Aria was elated!
While Aria’s first math problem solved was out of greed, I was still really impressed she figured out 2 + 2 = 4.
While many of our posts show cute moments of us as a family, this one is definitely not one of them. And if you’re feeling a little queasy, CAUTION, do not proceed.
A few days ago, I found Aria laying down on the couch in the middle of the afternoon. This is an incredibly rare event. Aria is bursting in energy, so I knew something was wrong.
I discovered she was running a fever, so I set her up with pillows and a sheet on the couch. Within in a few minutes, she fell asleep - which is also incredibly unusual. Aria does not nap, especially in our living room.
While I wasn’t happy she was sick, I did get a lot of house chores done while she napped. After two loads of laundry folded, dishes washed, and the house picked up, I decided it was time to relax.
I sliced up a watermelon and sat on the couch, thinking I could change the channel. But Aria woke up and looked interested in my watermelon.
Now this is where I failed. My mom would share this saying with me - “Feed a cold, starve a fever.” Have you ever heard that saying?
I said the saying in my head, but unfortunately, I said it backwards. So I fed her watermelon. She hadn’t eaten lunch and had barely drank anything, so I wanted her to have fluids.
Twenty minutes later, she vomited all over the couch. Oh, the mess. Now would probably be a good time to mention that Jason was away in Nashville on a business trip. Somehow every time Aria vomits at home, Jason isn’t in the house.
Now while this was not a fun moment, Aria’s reaction was priceless. Aria hates being dirty. So upon looking down at what just happened she said with shock: “Oh no, it got on my dress! It got my stuffed animal! It got on my other stuffed animal! Oh no, it got on my E (her name for her blanket)!”
I went into mom mode. I stripped her down, washed her off, threw the loose things in a garbage bag, brought the couch cushions in the kitchen, put paper towels over the spot on the carpet (so I wouldn’t lose track of it), set up Aria on a new spot on the couch with a mattress protector underneath it, and got a vomit bucket.
I just bought a ton of antibacterial wipes at the grocery store last week. Thank you Wegmans for the oh so timely sale!
I got the washing machine going and then started cleaning the couch cushions. Yuck!
After washing the one couch cushion that got it the worst, I left it to air dry in my dining room. It didn’t dry fast enough though, so it got a musty smell. So I washed it again last night, wrung it out until my hands were red, and then set up this contraption you see in the photo above.
I let the two fans blow it dry all last night, and this morning it was dry and it smelled clean! Thank goodness. I did not want to replace an entire couch. And let’s be serious - I’m sure vomit will find its way to my couch again.
Ok, so there were definitely some funny moments. Besides Aria’s shock, I gave Aria a bucket, and she didn’t really get it.
I told her, if you feel sick again, throw up in the bucket. She interpreted that as “You’re going to puke again, so you need to hold this bucket under your chin while laying on the couch.” She started to fall asleep with the bucket tilted under her chin. I removed it, and told she didn’t have to hold it there.
The other funny moment is that “puke” isn’t in Aria’s vocabulary. So she kept saying to me, “I didn’t have any more of it come out of my mouth.” So I taught her the word “puke” - always a learning moment ;)
It’s safe to say I will never confuse the saying “Feed a cold, starve a fever” ever again.
A Not So Glamorous Mom,