Technicolored yawn

Yesterday was spent at home, with a sick kid. Makiah woke up and said he didn't feel well, so Marcy took his temp. 101.6. We'll that's not good, so we checked it again later to see if it went down, and it had, 101.3. Still not good. Marcy was heading up to MN, so Dad is staying home. First, we had to get the rest of our stuff that we were selling in a garage sale, down to a friends house for the big weekend. I loved having my truck so I could haul all the big plastic toys, houses and picnic tables from the back yard. Our kids have out grown all of that stuff and it was nice to get it off my grass. I think my friends are going to be pretty upset to find, that if that stuff doesn't sell, they now have become my donation site. That crap was delivered on a one way ticket, so enjoy. We aren't even that concerned with what money we make, but every little bit helps. Marcy went through tubs of baby clothes, some that had gone through all three boys. I'm not sure why we get attached to some of them, but I guess we have memories of them in a certain shirt or sleeper, and just can't let it go. We have several outfits that we just couldn't part with, but I don't know what we will do with them. My choice? A sleeper with Snoopy as the Red Baron on it. I can see all three boys in it in my mind and I always loved it. I've heard of people making blankets with scraps of cloth from old clothes, maybe we can find someone. I wish my grandmother was still alive, I'd have a blanket in a heart beat and I'd never sleep without it. It's funny that we call them garage sales in Iowa, but a lot of places call them yard sales, mainly because they don't have a garage. Most of the stuff you are selling in a garage sale is in the driveway, so maybe we should start a driveway sale sign business. After dropping off the stuff, I made it back in time for the end of the first puke show. So glad I hurried back. There were several encores, so I got my fill. His temp yo-yo'd throughout they day, but the curtain had dropped on the show by lunch. I gave him a big pepperoni sandwich and a beer to sooth his stomach.

There are advantages to being home on a week day. I have time to write on my blog, which I enjoy but sometimes can go weeks without having the time. All of the laundry gets caught up, though that isn't something I really enjoy. If it's a nice day, I can sit outside, read a book or just listen to the birds. I got to order a Vito from Jimmy Johns, one of my favorite sandwiches, and they deliver. Of course, there are some bad things. I've mopped the kitchen floor more than I would like too, due to the last minute sprint to the toilet that finished a bit early. I gave him a bowl, jeez. I'm bored out of my frigging mind, since I can't leave and it's too wet to work in the yard. I'll be behind when I get back to work and that is never fun. This isn't exactly quality time I'm spending with Makiah. I don't want to get to close and get what he has, or be in the splash zone.

Waaaaay off topic, but splash zone brought me back. I went to Seaworld in Orlando years ago with Marcy and Mason, he was a baby, and the in-laws and nieces and nephew. I didn't know they had rides there, but they do. On one particular ride, called Journey to Atlantis, you get in a boat and start tooling around the ride. You go up this little hill, about 5 feet tall. As we topped the hill, I thought, "Why in the hell did they put this hill here?" As we hit the bottom of the hill, the nose of the boat we were on, lets just call it the Titanic, went under the water like a freaking submarine and filled the boat with what must have been thousands of gallons of water. Now I'm in the front row, so I just took a bath sands the soap. I shit you not, water to my waist. My niece was sitting next to me and must have been 9 years old and I was concerned she was going to drown. Now I'm thinking, "Why in the hell did they put that hill there?" but with an angry tone. The rest of the ride was great, a regular water ride until you come out of the building and then it turns into a roller coaster. "A what?" you say. You heard me, turns into a roller coaster, only to crash back into the water and now a boat ride. Scared the crap out of me. Good ride though. Here is a picture, but it's hard to see anything.

You can't see my pants, but they are wet, trust me. Next, it was off to watch Shamoo and the Killer Whale show. That was cool, always wanted to see Shamoo. When you get to the arena, there is a section labeled "Splash Zone" and of course, that is where the kids wanted to sit. I wanted them to think I was a cool uncle, so I headed down to the Zone for a little splashing. Well Shamoo is a big son of a gun and when he/she lands in the water, he/she turns the Splash Zone into the Bath Zone. I wasn't that worried, since I had all ready taken one bath in Atlantis, but the Shamoo bath was a little different. First, it was salt water. Second, technically, it was concentrated whale piss. I mean, when you are in the ocean, you have billions of gallons of water to dilute the whale urine, but in this tank in Orlando, you got what, maybe 100 gallons? My math might be off, but you get the idea, high concentration of wee-wee. Now my chances of drying out before we head home hover around the 2% mark. I bought a new shirt to help speed up the warming process, but Seaworld doesn't sell underwear, or socks that fit a man. Baby socks yes, bigfoot socks, no. I had a great time on the trip and hope to take the kids there someday, but by the time I can afford it, I'm guessing they will want to bring their kids too.