So last weekend was parent teacher conferences. We were really excited since this is Avery's first time and we always love a good visit with Mrs. Painter. Thursdays are a very busy day at our house consisting of soccer for Hunter, then dance for Avery and then on this particular night parent teacher conferences after dance at 7:45 and 8:00pm. We decided this would be a good eat out night and so Deke and Hunter headed to soccer and the girls and I headed to Wendy's to grab a quick bite before dance. The girls had chicken nuggets and fries, something they have had before and seemed to enjoy it. We headed to dance and Avery's class worked on their dance for the Christmas performance. Emma happily watched through the panes of the door and played with her magna doodle. We left dance and met up with the boys in time for Avery's conference. Her teacher's first comment was that Avery was the most social child in her class. Oh boy, heard this one before. Her and I have already talked on the phone twice this year about Ave's constant need to chat. She said that she could tell Avery was really trying to remember to raise her hand and not talk so much to her neighbors. She told us that she was doing really well with her work and that she was a very enthusiastic learner. We were just wrapping up our discussion when Emma started making this weird noise. Deke took her out of the stroller to see what was going on, then she started throwing up all over him. All over him, herself, the desk, the floor, everywhere. I grabbed a trash can and started wiping everything up, apologizing to her teacher. Of course it would be our luck that Dr. Coleman the principal popped in to say hello right as we were in the middle of all of it. Awesome. She assured us that it was kindergarten and that at least one kid a week throws up in her class. She was really nice about it but I knew that we were her last appointment of the night and she had been there since early that morning. In her head she had to be thinking "Oh man, really." As we finished cleaning and apologized again she teasingly said, "Maybe next time let's do a phone conference" and then started laughing. Deke who was completely wet down the front gave a tired look and we headed to Hunter's room. Mrs. Painter gave us a great report on Hunter. He is the most social child in her class as well, however his talking is totally under control this year. Last year she had to move his seat four times in the first six weeks because of his constant need to socialize and the distraction that it was to others. This year no problems, she laughed and said that he is definitely still social but knows when it is time to talk and when to stop. His reading and vocabulary continue to be well above his grade level and she expressed to us again how bright he is. There was more parts to his conference that made Deke and I so proud of him and also a couple of hilarious stories but that is for another day. Anyways as we got ready to leave almost the exact same timing. Emma started throwing up again. All over Deke again, all over everywhere again. Back to the paper towels, apologizing and now wondering what in the heck was going on with Emma. Mrs. Painter reassured us that it was all okay but once again we had been her last conference of the night and ending a long day with a vomit clean up I am sure was not exactly fun for her. We headed home, I felt so bad. Bad for poor Em, sorry for both my children's teachers and the mess in their classrooms. Feeling beyond exhausted and ready to shower everyone and head for beds we pulled into the garage. Poor Emma couldn't have waited two more seconds until we were in the tile floor bathroom. Nope, she threw up again all over the carseat and the van floor. Deke and I divided up tasks and got everyone and thing cleaned and to bed. The night was long though as Emma was up three more times in the night getting sick. Poor baby. The next morning as I peeled my eyes open and went to get her out of the crib she was standing their grinning. She got up and played all day, fine without a single problem. Stupid Wendy's. I know it was something with the food. Still feeling bad about the whole thing the next morning I had an idea. Hunter and I ran to the store and bought some Halloween cookies, typed up this little note and took it to their teachers:
They had a good laugh about it and I got to leave them with a little sugar. Okay I felt a little bit better about the whole thing, but let's face it vomit stories just really aren't that funny :(
So last weekend was parent teacher conferences. We were really excited since this is Avery's first time and we always love a good visit with Mrs. Painter. Thursdays are a very busy day at our house consisting of soccer for Hunter, then dance for Avery and then on this particular night parent teacher conferences after dance at 7:45 and 8:00pm. We decided this would be a good eat out night and so Deke and Hunter headed to soccer and the girls and I headed to Wendy's to grab a quick bite before dance. The girls had chicken nuggets and fries, something they have had before and seemed to enjoy it. We headed to dance and Avery's class worked on their dance for the Christmas performance. Emma happily watched through the panes of the door and played with her magna doodle. We left dance and met up with the boys in time for Avery's conference. Her teacher's first comment was that Avery was the most social child in her class. Oh boy, heard this one before. Her and I have already talked on the phone twice this year about Ave's constant need to chat. She said that she could tell Avery was really trying to remember to raise her hand and not talk so much to her neighbors. She told us that she was doing really well with her work and that she was a very enthusiastic learner. We were just wrapping up our discussion when Emma started making this weird noise. Deke took her out of the stroller to see what was going on, then she started throwing up all over him. All over him, herself, the desk, the floor, everywhere. I grabbed a trash can and started wiping everything up, apologizing to her teacher. Of course it would be our luck that Dr. Coleman the principal popped in to say hello right as we were in the middle of all of it. Awesome. She assured us that it was kindergarten and that at least one kid a week throws up in her class. She was really nice about it but I knew that we were her last appointment of the night and she had been there since early that morning. In her head she had to be thinking "Oh man, really." As we finished cleaning and apologized again she teasingly said, "Maybe next time let's do a phone conference" and then started laughing. Deke who was completely wet down the front gave a tired look and we headed to Hunter's room. Mrs. Painter gave us a great report on Hunter. He is the most social child in her class as well, however his talking is totally under control this year. Last year she had to move his seat four times in the first six weeks because of his constant need to socialize and the distraction that it was to others. This year no problems, she laughed and said that he is definitely still social but knows when it is time to talk and when to stop. His reading and vocabulary continue to be well above his grade level and she expressed to us again how bright he is. There was more parts to his conference that made Deke and I so proud of him and also a couple of hilarious stories but that is for another day. Anyways as we got ready to leave almost the exact same timing. Emma started throwing up again. All over Deke again, all over everywhere again. Back to the paper towels, apologizing and now wondering what in the heck was going on with Emma. Mrs. Painter reassured us that it was all okay but once again we had been her last conference of the night and ending a long day with a vomit clean up I am sure was not exactly fun for her. We headed home, I felt so bad. Bad for poor Em, sorry for both my children's teachers and the mess in their classrooms. Feeling beyond exhausted and ready to shower everyone and head for beds we pulled into the garage. Poor Emma couldn't have waited two more seconds until we were in the tile floor bathroom. Nope, she threw up again all over the carseat and the van floor. Deke and I divided up tasks and got everyone and thing cleaned and to bed. The night was long though as Emma was up three more times in the night getting sick. Poor baby. The next morning as I peeled my eyes open and went to get her out of the crib she was standing their grinning. She got up and played all day, fine without a single problem. Stupid Wendy's. I know it was something with the food. Still feeling bad about the whole thing the next morning I had an idea. Hunter and I ran to the store and bought some Halloween cookies, typed up this little note and took it to their teachers:
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