When your kids get sick, you do what you gotta do. You might recall that before the holidays, Stella had a random evening of stomach upset. You know – she hurled a couple of times. It wasn’t viral, just a combination of too many sugarplums (and cake, and chocolate, and candy canes, and cookies…) on top of rolling around outside in the heat.
There was a casualty during the last push in the middle of the night. Her beloved big-eyed kitty Macaroni got hit. Macaroni, like all of her brethren, rotates in and out of favored position in Stella’s bed. Macaroni was a “chosen one” that night. Bad luck, Macaroni. Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Macaroni got swept up in the dirty linens to be washed. There was no choice in the matter. Macaroni didn’t fare so well. She stayed intact, but I guess the puke was a bit more powerful than we had anticipated. She came out of a very brief tumble dry on low (to fluff her fur, of course) with vomit concretions in her hair, good and truly baked on.
There were 2 choices: try to shave those areas, which would leave Macaroni with a rather bald face and head, or do the old switcheroo. Will was going to the bookstore for a shift that night, and fortunately there was still an adequate supply of Macaronis to substitute.
I felt a bit guilty about putting the Original Macaroni in the garbage. She had served my daughter well. Or maybe I’ve read the Velveteen Rabbit one too many times. Who knows. Stella never noticed that Poseur Macaroni wasn’t the “real” one, so I guess that’s all that matters.
On a totally unrelated subject (sort of), I’m happy to report that Felix is doing totally amazing since his tubes/adenoid surgery. While the actual event wasn’t bad, I can honestly say the worst part was the dread/waiting for the actual event. It’s been so nice not having to take him to the pediatrician for a whole 3 weeks!