Are you ready for some Football?

This year was a throwback to my life as a small child.  Growing up the 49ers were on fire, making it to the Superbowl more than once with their Quarterback star Joe Montana.  Since we lived near the Bay Area, my Dad was a super fan at the time of them, and we'd throw Superbowl parties at our house and he would invite his buddies over.  I always remember that I liked that feeling of victory, and I tasted why sports in this country was so great.  It really brought people together for a common cause - FOOTBALL!

This year the 49ers made it back, so we joined some good friends of ours down the street for some good old-fashioned junk food and drinks to sit down and watch some football.  We cheered, we screamed, and we ate and ate and ate.

This was the first time we weren't denying our almost 1-year-old any food she desired.

Brian turned to me at one point and said, "She really likes this spinach and cheese dip!!!" as he scooped a spoonful of the dip into her mouth. 

She ate other things that she had never tasted before including hot dogs and egg rolls.  She was in food heaven, and extreme bliss.  She finally gave up on eating, and played around for the rest of the game.

When we got home I put Maya to bed as normal, but about thirty minutes later I heard her start crying.  It was a little odd to me, and I was thinking she was overtired so I would just wait it out.  But something in my gut told me it wasn't right.

I went up to check on her and it hit me like a blast the moment I walked through the door.  The smell was of something extremely garlicky, and just rancid.  I looked at her and from head to toe she was caked in throw up with little bits of spinach all over her body.

My kids have been pretty well this year.  We haven't been sick for a while, and Maya is almost a year old, and has not gotten sick at all except for a couple runny noses.  So what I assumed was that Maya had eaten too much junk food, so this was the result.  I felt like the worst Mom in the world for letting her eat all that junk food.

When Brian arrived in the room it was another shocker since he couldn't bear the smell and immediately started dry heaving.  Not just dry heaving, but LOUD dry heaving.  I immediately told him to leave, and after a quick bath to Maya I had him watch her while I cleaned up the mess.  This must have happened 5 times throughout the night poor girl.  Finally by morning she was doing better, and began eating later in the day.

After Aaron, Connor, myself and Brian all got the bug we realized that it was a flu virus and not my Mommy neglect I felt a little better, but it was a week and a half of torture.  Literally the day before Maya's 1st birthday was the first day we were well in two weeks.  That was a hard two weeks to say the least.