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Saturday, October 13, 2007

If you believe in ToyLand...

Well i was GOING to post super cute pics of my girls and the Kircher kids (I watched them while their mom went to the temple today) at Toyland, but my camera isn't working now! Yesterday as we were leaving toyland Quincy threw up (seriously, again) all over me and the camera! My friend, Emily was awesome and wiped it down while I cleaned the baby up and took my sweater off...but i have a feeling that the puke killed my camera! Luckily she waited to be sick until after we'd seen Barbie, Sleeping Beauty, Dora (again she was terrified of Dora) and she'd already had a chance to play with all the toys and get all the free stuff. (yay! free stuff!)

I'll post the pics (along with my commentary on the excitement of the day at Toyland with 5 kids) as soon as I figure out how to fix my camera! Is there a De-Vomit feature on digital cameras? There should be...there should be a de-vomit feature on most things I own these days! LOL!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

awwww poor you. i am surprised Quin is still sick. whats going on with her? i "believe" your camera will work and i am "clapping my hands now".

HUGS

Anonymous said...

Can I say that I'm kind of happy that you don't have a picture of your pukefied camera? Maybe it's karma telling you not to post gross pictures ;)

Anonymous said...

so i shouldn't take a picture of Reese's crib? She woke up at 4am this morning and apparently has the same bug that Quincy's had for a week. I basically relived tuesday afternoon all over again. I just hope Aaron is feeling well when he gets home from his trip, because the ONLY thing worse than sick kids is a sick hubby. I've had 5 1/2 hrs of sleep in the last 48 hours (while aaron has been fishing in west yellowstone for 2 days)...he sooo better not be sick when he gets home, I don't have the patience for it!

Anonymous said...

Holy cow child - too bad we don't live closer, or I'd come help you! I swear, sick husbands are 20 times worse than sick babies. My favorite is when Dave tells me, "Well, my mom would do (insert what he wants) when I was sick"